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The sorceress descended upon Sir Narcis’
prone form with slow, unhurried movements. She straddled his chest and let him
feel her wetness as she ground her sex across his midriff. Mesmer leaned
forward to kiss his forehead and left her full breasts to press against him,
drawing his gaze with the force of a hypnotist’s pendulum. “That’s it, big
boy.” Mesmer whispered in husky tones as she slid back and felt his rock-hard
erection between her inner thighs. She luxuriated in the sensation of Sir
Narcis’ rod sliding past her taint and plump outer lips until she could wait no
longer.
“Fuck me. Good and hard.” Mesmer demanded
in a husky murmur, guiding his spit-slicked cock inside her and rammed her hips
down upon him. He was bigger than she had anticipated in all her planning,
filling her up more thoroughly than she had dare hope! The sorceress let out a
brief whimper as his strong hands slid up her thighs and gripped firmly to help
her ride him, lifting her quivering cunt almost all the way off his hard shaft
before bringing her down again.
Despite having been almost brought off by
her mouth alone mere moments ago, Sir Narcis’ stiff manhood remained steadfast
and firm while they went at it with rising fervor. Breathing grew ragged and
the scent of sweat and sex grew thick in the air. Sir Narcis grunted like a
bear and fucked her likewise, while an incoherent string of praise and promises
left Mesmer’s mouth. Her hefty tits bounced with the motions and her entire
being shuddered at once as she came, clenching down tight enough around Sir
Narcis to finally set him off as well. His grip on her thighs tightened, and
she eased down to embrace him as they both came.
Nobody moved for a few, blissful minutes.
Then the afterglow was interrupted by a resounded clang as somebody shuffled
around in her cage. Princess Sofia had finally come to herself again! “What’re
you—oh, no you didn’t! Narcis, get that fucking whore off you! You don’t know
what you’re doing!” Sofia shook the bent bars of her cage and banged on the
metal again. “Stop her!”
The spell was broken. Sir Narcis’s eyes
snapped open and his placid face became hard as he regarded the woman on top of
him, who merely laughed as she composed herself. “Oh? I’m afraid that’s too
late, princess. My lover boy here already gave me everything he had.”
“What did you do to me, wench?” Sir Narcis
clenched his fists, the formerly gentle touch becoming painfully tight. “I
swear, you’ll regret bewitching me. I’ll throw you off the tower!”
“Don’t give me ideas, sweet cheeks.” Mesmer
laughed, not even flinching at the strong knight’s touch or the prospect of
waving a red cloth in front of the metaphorical bull. “But you’re free to try.”
Sir Narcis tried to lift her off his chest, but he suddenly found her too
heavy. Had she sapped his strength? The woman’s weight felt more and more
uncomfortable on top of him and he heaved with all of his might to remove her.
The reason soon became apparent. Mesmer’s
plump thigh became too thick to hold, spreading out against his waist while she
rose taller. The sorceress was growing! She laughed again at his feeble
attempts to get her off, but she only became bigger. “What’s the matter, sir
knight? Feeling a little down?” Mesmer hefted her breasts and moaned teasingly
as she squeezed her big, swelling nipples. “Mh, why even struggle? See how nice
these are getting?”
It was true—the sorceress’ already large
bust was visibly growing faster than the rest of her, blossoming and bulging
out between her hands. Mesmer let out another wanton moan and pushed them down
on top of Sir Narcis’ face, grinding her hips lewdly against his comparatively
diminishing cock. She reached amazonian proportions and kept on going as she
smothered the knight beneath her immense tits.
“Gods, I didn’t realize how good it would
feel…” Mesmer murmured beneath her breath. A shiver coursed down her spine and
drops of wetness spread over Sir Narcis’ midsection. Princess Sofia could only
look on from her cage as her would-be rescuer disappeared beneath the mounds of
naked, womanly curves. Mesmer’s breasts slid across his face, then her midriff
did, belly button briefly trapping his face as he tried to get up.
“Oh, fuck!” The rapidly growing sorceress
gasped as waves of lust washed through her, sitting up and hitting her head on
the rounded ceiling. She couldn’t stop her hips from grinding down on Sir
Narcis’ despite the growing discrepancy in size, excitement building even
stronger than before and pouring out over the knight from her flushed labia.
Her hands went up to press against the ceiling while she bent down in an
attempt to fit in the increasingly tight space. Tables, books and all sorts of
gadgets were shoved to the sides by her long, large legs sweeping over the
floor and half a dozen mystical sigils and wards were undone by her clumsy
movements.
The wards, as it turned out, were the last
thing holding the budding giantess back. A pulse of purple flickered briefly
across the domed ceiling before Mesmer became too much to contain and she broke
through the roof with an explosion of stone and wood. One long leg punched
through the wall of the tower and widened the hole, while the entire contents
of the chamber were shoved up against the opposite wall, save for the valiant
Sir Narcis, who lay prone beneath Mesmer, smothered by her feminine slit alone
and squirming against her engorged clit. Princess Sofia’s cage threatened to
collapse as it groaned against the weight of an enormous shin, but the
sorceress left the tower in time.
Mesmer stepped out into the daylight with a
wide grin. She stood as tall as the tower itself, big and powerful and even
curvier than before. And she evidently wasn’t done growing. “Thank you, sir
knight.” She turned towards the chamber, chuckling at the sorry state of
affairs and Sir Narcis, who was struggling to get up from the bog of her pussy
juice. “Now I have everything I need for paying a visit to the king. I’ll be
sure to give him your regards.”
The giantess’s face rose above the ruined
chamber while she spoke, hefting her huge breasts with both hands to explore
their new size and how they felt. The moan that resounded above the treetops
gave a good indication of the results and Mesmer wasted no time in playing with
her fat, puffy nipples while her former tower dwindled away in front of her.
She leaned forward and briefly enveloped the building in her titanic cleavage,
denting a few of the lower floors before rising to her full height once again.
“I must be off. It wouldn’t be nearly as
fun stomping across the capital by moonlight.” And with that Mesmer left,
leaving Sir Narcis and Princess Sofia defeated in her ruined tower.
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