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Amethyst’s Christmas Tales 2024

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Den Clips and Chill

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Titania lay comfortably back on her bed with one ankle crossed demurely over the other, although that was not a descriptor anyone would use for her. Not if they valued their life, that was. She sighed prettily, dressing in see through negligee: a babydoll style that came down to her mid-thighs, except where it was hitched up from her slightly twisted position. The lingerie barely hid anything at all as she leaned back against a mound of plump pillows, watching Den clips on a screen projected from her tablet communicator, which was set on the bed. Her breasts strained against the lingerie, though it was well-fitted for her, the elf giantess’ nipples perky as they pressed against the fabric.

“Hm…”

The ninety-eight-foot-tall elven giantess lounged, a bowl of tinies in the crook of one arm, just to keep it tucked in close and in place. Of course, she had a variety of tinies in there, most of which had been offered to her as gifts, though they were all blonde, whether they were humans, draenei… Frankly, she didn’t care what she ate. Food was food, after all.

They were nice enough to snack on, however, with whipped cream slathered all over them. The cream helped stop them crawl up the smooth, now slippery, sides of the bowl too, so they wouldn’t bother her. Titania had long ago learned how to tune out their shrill cries, voices raised as they all clamoured for her attention.

“Titania, Titania – pick me!”

“No, please – me!”

“Please let me please you, Titania!”

“Let me sit on your boobs!”

“Please eat me!”

They knew what was happening, though her pheromones brought them to her like bees to honey. Titania smiled faintly, even if her attention was not and could never be fully on them. She simply enjoyed eating good food, as much as tinies like that could be kind of “junk food” when she feasted on them like that.

The tinies couldn’t see what was on the screen when they were down in the belly of the bowl, but they could see the change in the giantess when she was watching it. Titania’s eyes grew more focus and her pulse jumped more quickly at that point of her throat, fingers twitched as she dug hungrily into the bowl for someone, anyone, to eat.

“Yayyyyy!”

A blonde-haired draenei squealed happily and kicked her hooves as she was picked from the bowl, eager to please the giant elf. But her time with Titania was destined to be cut short as Titania plopped them into her mouth.

“Mmm…”

She sucked off her fingers of cream without ceremony, slurping it up while barely even taking note of the tiny squirming on her tongue. Oh, they did wriggle so. To solve the problem, she swallowed quickly, sending her snack tumbling down her throat into her stomach. There were plenty of tinies in there already, so it was not as if the draenei would be alone. Not that Titania cared about something like that, although the giantess could feel the weight of all she had devoured so far wriggling inside her, all jostling for position. Even in her stomach, they all wanted to please her.

As they should

A human grunted and pulled herself up against the smooth side of the bowl, although she couldn’t quite get a grip. She squeaked as she slid back down, staring adoringly up at the elf. Who wouldn’t have fallen in love with her bright red hair and succulent lips? They pulled and pursed around Titania’s fingers as the elf licked and sucked off each digit again.

Yet the human watched her as the elf mindlessly ate, taking an elf from the bowl, slathered in cream, as if she wasn’t picking and choosing them. The human knew she was going to be next though and squirmed, her heart pounding in readiness. She couldn’t even remember her own name, so deep was her devotion to Titania, though she knew she wanted to be a part of whatever Titania wanted her to be involved in.

Whatever Titania wanted was what she wanted too.

Something the giantess was watching seemed to be getting to her as her breath rate increased, her breasts heaving with every snatched lungful of air. The human stared up dreamily at her, barely realising she was sliding back down into the belly of the bowl, from where she’d climbed up. It was just so hypnotising to stare at her tits just like that, to watch the rise and fall of them, how her nipples perked longingly through her lingerie.

“Mmm… Titania…”

The human breathed out the elf’s name, although Titania didn’t spare her a look. To her, it was as if the human didn’t exist.

The elf licked her lips, even though she wasn’t eating at that time. Her eyes were fixed intently on the screen as she watched something, though the human couldn’t imagine what would be more captivating than Titania. Still, she got to watch and enjoy as those red lips moved, pursing and opening as the giantess licked them, gleaming with a shimmering shine of saliva.

She wanted to be between those lips, petting Titania’s face, kissing her, adoring her. There was nowhere else she’d rather be.

The giantess had to be imagining something very delicious, the human decided, trying to prop up her torso through the slathering mess of whipped cream. That had to be nice for her, though she’d much rather Titania had something tasty to eat, instead of imagining it.

The giantess slurped and lapped, touching the tip of a delicate finger to her bottom lip, but that only made it quiver for a moment. She was content, seemingly, where she was as she watched the projected screen, the light from it illuminating Titania’s face a little more, making the angles of her face seem all the more beautiful than before.

And then the giantess looked like she was struggling to contain herself, shifting her weight back and forth, though she paid no mind to the tinies in the bowl she jostled. Why should she? They squeaked and grumbled faintly, but they quickly settled down again while the human watched and watched Titania.

The giantess’ lips were parted and her lips were shinier than ever as she openly drooled. Watching her, the human let out a happy hum of appreciation, adoring getting to see the elf giantess in such a state of need. How beautiful was that? She just wanted to be there, a part of it all with her, her heart pounding harder and faster as she gave everything she was over to the giantess.

Titania drooled openly, saliva spilling out over the edge of her lips as it dripped down into her cleavage. The human groaned and stared longingly up at her tits, wanting to be tucked in there, all so she could bathe in Titania’s essence. Surely, the elf really was going to choose her next to eat? She had to be next – she had to do something to please Titania!

The elf licked her lips in a lewd, wet smack of saliva, though didn’t seem to pay her need and state any attention otherwise. She stared openly, barely even blinking, and groaned lightly, the sound almost musical coming from her lips. Anything Titania did was wonderful – to those she’d entranced.

But the human didn’t mind, she just raised a hand, reaching for the drooling giantess as she imagined she was touching her, getting to be in contact with the elf even if only for a moment. She’d be able to do something for Titania, she was sure, even if she was so small and the giantess was so big, so powerful, so beautiful. That was a massive difference between them, but all a tiny in her presence needed to do was serve.

No more than that. Never anything more than that.

Something Titania was watching changed and her expression shifted swiftly. Darkening, she glowered at the screen and scoffed, swallowing the excess saliva in her mouth and grabbing the bowl.

“Hmph!”

She grunted, though it was not something she was going to explain to her meal. Seeing the human again, flicking through Den clips, had not had quite the effect Titania had wanted it to. The elf grabbed at the bowl, a slippery, blonde human in her grasp, and stuffed her into her mouth.

There was no ceremony to her swallowing as the elf giantess gulped noisily, sending the human down her throat to join all the others in her stomach. But it wasn’t enough, no, not when the human she really wanted to swallow – again – was on the screen before her, smiling and laughing as she played with wyvern girls. However had she seduced them all so?

But that didn’t matter, no, not while Titania was without her, her stomach rumbling obnoxiously, knowing there was something the elf needed to feed it. She couldn’t satisfy herself, watching Den clip after Den clip – not after she’d been in contact with the human before.

She imagined that again, thinking back to how the human had felt in her mouth and her hand, that first time, touching her tongue. It had been such a small touch and yet it had meant so much to her: to her desire.

She wanted that again, but never again to let the human out of her stomach, that pesky thing. But she was far more than merely annoying: having the human out there, scurrying about with other giantesses, just made her drool all the more for her, wanting to finally satisfy herself. She wanted to be done with her once and for all, never again to have to think about her.

Except for how good that morsel felt in her stomach.

Shoving a handful of tinies into her mouth, Titania ate mindlessly. There was no sense in stopping herself from gorging on her meal, dripping with cream, and the giantess smirked as she devoured them, pushing every tiny to the back of her mouth as she gorged herself. Maybe it was a form of gluttony, but it was down to her to decide, one way or another, and the giantess groaned around a creamy mouthful, even if it didn’t fully satisfy her.

Nothing could. Not until she got that blonde out of the way. Then and only then would her life at Wolfenhammer as their top portal diver be back on track.

Her dark mood persisted and Titania stuffed herself, her slippery fingers catching one tiny sometimes and other times multiple in one grab. A draenei’s tail wiggled comically from between her fingers as she stuffed the tiny into her mouth, slurping up the tail with a lewd sucking sound.

“Mmm…”

That was better, even though it didn’t do what she needed it to. She scraped her fingers around the bowl, the tinies practically running into her grasp, though their adoration was more of an annoyance than anything else.

They got in the way and they were hard to eat when they wanted to adore her like that. Titania rolled her eyes. They were annoying in the bowl but better in her stomach.

So, she ate as she pleased, using a tiny to scoop cream up from around the bowl, not wanting to let a single drop of her sweet treat go to waste. She plopped them in her mouth and sucked off her slippery fingers once again, swapping the Den clip to one she’d edited herself. That one was of the irritating blonde human being eaten by the dragon matriarch over and over again: on loop.

That was more satisfying, even if she knew the human had got out again. She could pretend, at least, that she was gone, perhaps even in the cluster of tinies in her stomach at that time.

The tinies in the bowl didn’t match the succulent flavour she had in her mind, but she resolved to get the blonde human, her tiny rival, back another time. She’d have her in her stomach, where she belonged, regardless of what anyone else had to say about it.

Titania never lost.