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Estrasa, the Dark Mistress of the Sorceress's Tower, smirks as she holds a tiny bard in the palm of her hand. She sits on her throne, leaning with her knuckles against her cheek and one leg draped over one of the arms. She lifts her hand up, staring down at the tiny man. “You've gone through a lot," the sorceress coos. “Faced every challenge I've given to you, and yet, here you are, still alive, and so close to achieving your full size, too. Let me guess, were you planning on growing back up and fucking me?"

Brian wobbles on the unsteady movement and stands up to her, his hands between his legs. “W… what? Not without your consent. I'd never!"

“Did you think I would consent to a twerp like you? Someone who would play a prank on me and think he could get away with it?"

“W… well, I thought it was pretty funny, at least. And if you think that was punishment, then, well, I'd love to see what you consider a reward."

She chuckles at this. The little bard is now in front of her face, her large lips quirking up in a smirk. “Well, I'm sure that could be arranged, if you prove yourself to be a good little pet."

With a snap of her fingers, a tiny little cloud appears above Brian's head. The bard looks up a moment, only for a downpour to spray him down. He shivers, trying to warm himself up, but then, Estrasa opens her mouth, her tongue licking over her white teeth. “Don't worry… you won't be cold for long."

Already, her warm breath heats him up. He can move his arms away, but the cold room soon comes crawling back.

“You know, my hand is plenty warm," the sorceress says. “Perhaps, you'll enjoy some time upon it?"

She reaches with her free hand, pressing a finger up against his chest. This knocks Brian down onto his back as she strokes up and down along his form. “You know… this is quite fulfilling when I do this to my little pet kobold. But she's sleeping right now, so I'll have to play with you." She rubs the finger along his body, putting particular emphasis between his legs, rubbing along his length.

Brian gasps as her powerful press knocks him down to her palm. She's right, though, it is quite warm, and the expert touch she has is incredible. A woman her size could easily crush him in her grasp, yet her finger strokes along his length with ease. Already, he feels himself hardening again, and a slight groan escapes from his throat.

“Mmm, look at you, enjoying the loss of power. How quaint. Did you enjoy the girls in my terrarium? They certainly loved you, but they love me more. They'll do anything for me, and let me do anything to them. That is what true power, true submission is. Here… let me show you." She wraps her fingers around his body, holding him tightly in her grip as she lifts him up. Tilting her head back, she rolls out her tongue, and opens up one finger at a time before dropping him into that dark, moist maw.

He lands onto her tongue, and she chuckles as she tastes the body of a small man on her. She rolls the muscle around a bit, shaking him from his precarious perch. The tiny bard wraps his arms and legs around her tongue to keep himself from falling off, and she laughs, feeling his body press up to her wriggling muscle. Such control she has over her tongue that it really puts a lot of pressure at his crotch, wriggling in just the right places to stimulate him.

He pants, feeling his grip getting weaker as she plays with him, but his resolve grows and he redoubles his efforts, squeezing harder. Soon, even with his bardic magic helping to keep him from falling to a certain doom, he realizes that he is completely and totally at her mercy. And it is then that he lets go.

He slides down along her tongue and drops in, gasping and reaching out for her, only to land with a little “oomph" back into her palm.

“Oh, did you think I'd let you down so easily," she coos. “What sort of monster do you take me for? No, we aren't done yet." She hovers over him, pressing her lips up against his body, up above his crotch, his cock poking at her lower lip. She sucks on his skin, getting the saliva off of him before she pulls away with a loud, high-pressure “smack."

“That taste of fear, that scent of submission. It is so intoxicating," she says. “Perhaps you'll come to enjoy being my plaything? I have plenty of creatures and girls in my employ for you to enjoy yourself with. All you have to do is submit totally to me. By your spirit and your body, you will be mine."

He chuckles, shaking his head as he picks himself back up. “Sorry, babe, but I'm a dimensional traveler. I have places to go, friends to see again. I can't sit in one place. It's against everything that I am."

“Hm…, how unfortunate," she muses. “Then, if you do not stay here by choice, I suppose, you can stay here because of my will." She smiles and leans in once more, her lips pressing up to his feet. Her eyes sparkle with a sort of mischievous intent as she kisses. But the pressure is a lot harder than the last time, and he feels his form sucking in towards her. With the vacuum strength in her mouth, his feet, his legs disappear into her. Soon, it goes up to all his lower body, his cock pressing up against his body and her mouth before she sucks him in from his chest, and then his collar, and soon, his head. He disappears into the warm moist darkness that is her mouth, a cage of her natural design.

Inside, Brian finds himself face-to-face with the sorceress's tongue once more. The spellcaster wastes no time in pressing his body up against her teeth, letting her tongue rub up and down along his body, licking over him, enjoying his flavor and the way that he squirms within her.

Brian, meanwhile, fights to keep himself from getting entirely crushed, and he vows to make things interesting for her as much as he can. He slips in underneath the muscle, falling into a pool of spit that soon gets higher and higher as he sloshes around in it. The tongue finds him again, flipping him up and over so that he's riding it again. And she opens her mouth once more, shedding light into the darkness. There, dangling in the back of her throat, is her uvula. It's eager to take him down further inside her, to the end of the road.

“H-hey!" he gasps, holding onto her tongue for dear life. “Come on, I didn't play that big of a prank on you!" he shouts. “You don't have to take me on a guided tour of your digestive system!"

Her tongue bucks, rocking and rolling around her mouth as if trying to knock him off and down into the depths below. With one flick, she slams him up against the side and presses the muscle up against his body as his back sinks into her cheek. The tip of her long tongue moves and shifts, becoming so small and so prehensile, that it wraps around his tip, licking all up and down his shaft. She practically milks him while pinning him down, keeping him from escaping.

He can't handle it for too much longer, and soon, Brian groans, sinking deeper as he tries to push his hips up. Cum squirts out, landing on her tongue. She shudders, cooing at the feeling of the delightful treat on her taste buds. But, like everything else, all things must come to an end, and the sorceress tilts her head back, gulping down with a powerful swallow.

Brian falls back, sucked into her throat by her power, squeezed by all sides as he travels deeper and deeper into her dark warmth, destined to make his final exit after falling into her stomach. He claws desperately to escape, but she is far too powerful, far too controlling, to ever, ever let him go.

Brian wakes up in a cold sweat, laying in a bed and panting. He shivers and pulls the blankets away, finding himself to still be naked. He climbs out of the bed and rushes over towards the window, hoping to be in the middle of town somewhere, far, far away from the nightmare he had just endured.

But looking at him from the other side is the smiling face of Estrasa. “Tricked you," she coos. Now, come on out of that little place, so we can talk. You'll find a change of clothes over there," she says, pointing inside the tiny little room he's in.

Minutes later, Brian walks out, dressed in miniaturized versions of his own clothing. When he exits, he's greated face-to-gigantic face with Estrasa, who lays on her stomach on the cold stone floor, her feet up in the air, kicking idly back and forth “Well, you've certainly had quite a journey, haven't you?" she said, snickering as she looks him over. “But you seem none the worse for wear."

“Why… how am I alive right now? Didn't you swallow me?"

“All part of the theatrics," she says, rolling onto her back. She watches him from upside-down eyes. He can't help but take a look up over her, to the wondrous mountains that are her breasts. “I… see… and what now?"

“Well, you've learned your lesson, I take it?"

“Don't ever tease the Dark Queen Estrasa, right?"

“That's exactly it," she says, nodding. “But someone who has been so enlightened by my knowledge can't exactly leave here, now can they?"

He grumbles, rubbing the back of his head. “What is there left for me to do?"

“You've left quite the impression on the females among my troops," she says. “I need someone to help build morale among my various ladies, and I find changing my own form to please their needs to be so tiring and boring, honestly."

“So… what I've been doing?"

“Pleasing all my intelligent ferals? Yes. That is what I want you to continue to do for me, at least until I can think of something else for you."

“And, uh… I guess I don't really have a choice?"

“You'll be compensated for your good work with rewards that fit the servant of a queen."

“Rewards, you say?" he says, snickering as he rubs his chin. “Well, I suppose I could get used to helping out around here, then."

“See? Pledging your life, your mind, body, and soul, to me isn't so bad." She pushes herself up, sitting on her knees. Placing her hand down on the floor, she waits for him to slip up into the palm. Once he does, she stands, walking through the halls. Despite there being a small little dollhouse for him, there are many terrariums just like the one he had recently escaped. Each of them hold creatures of all shapes and sizes, most of them, though, are the perfect size for his current form.

“W… will I be shrunk down the entire time I'm here?"

“Perhaps changing your size will be a reward for good behavior," the queen says, slipping him into another enclosure. “For now, strip down and get ready for a swim. I have a new acquisition who needs to be shown how wonderful it is to serve me, and I'll do that by giving her a little treat."

Brian sighs and shakes his head. “Well, as long as I'm here…"