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Little King (11)
🕑 Added 2021-05-20 10:51:36 +0000 UTCMercia was jolted out of her momentary trace as a firm hand gripped her hair and yanked her backwards. She stumbled and kicked the bucket of water in front of her as she fell onto her backside. The iron grip on her hair tugged her across the water that spilled across the stone floor, chilling her to her bones. The hand then released her, pushing her head down to the earth.
'You will learn to turn to me when I enter a room, peasant,' snapped an authoritative voice from above her.
Mercia raised her head a fraction to see a dark brown pair of knee-high boots spread before her and she shivered, knowing exactly who was standing over her.
'Now raise your head and give me that little insect,' the low yet feminine voice commanded, 'The Queen has asked that I take him with me on my ride today, and I wouldn't want to disappoint.'
The emaciated servant girl kneeled and raised her chin to look up at the voluptuous figure of Adria, daughter to the Captain of the Royal Guard. In Mercia's hand, she still held Rhancar, who opened his eyes, shivering from the cold water, but also from his own fear of the giantess that stood before them.
Adria's boots covered athletic legs, that leg up to huge, rock hard thighs that could crush a helmet between them. Rhancar gazed up at the tight riding pants that hugged her quads, leading up to her shapely hips, flaring out to the sides before coming in at her waist. Here, a dark green top was tucked beneath a belt, the fabric stretched against her toned abs and leading up to a huge bosom. Adria wasn't naturally gifted in the chest, but she more than made up for it with her godly physique and doubly prominent rear. The long sleeves of the rising top contrasted with the low cut neck of the cotton garment, which showed off her cleavage, and dared anyone to try to avoid looking into it.
The goddess's brown hair was tied back, forming a pony tail that fell to the base of her neck. She was one of the few women in the court who looked both boyish and insanely attractive in the same outfit, and her riding kit was the best. She now stood, legs apart so that both Mercia and Rhancar could see the tight, sewn pad on her crotch above them, her hand held out.
'Are you stupid as well as disrespectful? Hand over the bug!' Adria hissed and the servant raised her hand with it's captive. Instead of taking Rhancar, Adria reached down and grabbed Mercia's wrist, squeezing it hard enough to make the servant yelp. No one else in the kitchen said a word, each too afraid of the brunette's temper to dare meddle.
With a shape tug, Adria hoisted the soaked girl to her feet, her slouched, terrified face only coming to the level of her breasts, 'Come with me, girl.'
With that, the 18-year-old dragged the poor Mercia out of the kitchen, water dripping from her tattered smock. Adria led her down a corridor and out into the cold winter air. Mercia squeaked as she began to shiver, her thin garments doing nothing to protect her from the icy bite of the air. Adria didn't seem to pay her much mind as she strode towards the stables with the servant in tow. She opened the doors to the wooden structure and snapped her fingers go order her own servants out, before shoving Mercia roughly inside.
The servant girl almost tripped over herself, catching her footing before she ended up face-first in the mud and manure. She turned to face her tormentor and kept her head bowed.
‘Kneel,’ Adria commanded, and Mercia did as she was told, sinking her knees into the squalor.
'Good girl,' Adria mocked, turning her back to the blonde. Rhancar, still in Mercia's vice-like grip, stared in awe as the brunette's humongous, legging-clad ass came into view. The two orbs were the size of planets, and jutted out so firmly behind her that he could hardly believe that they were real. The thick, muscular butt cheeks sucked the pants into the crack between them and showed off all of their glory despite the clothing. He was so mesmerized by her ass, that he barely noticed her talking.
‘... so since you’ve been so rude, you’re going to have to insert him into bm beautiful little butt,’ Adria finished. She unbuckled her belt with the flick of a finger and tugged the tight material down. She pulled it down her waist and had to stretch it firmly to get it even half-fit around her huge buttocks. Mercia’s eyes widened as she laid them upon the massive, white mounds of flesh and muscle that were the goddess’s rump. As the pants peeled free, still glued to her thighs, the two bubbly cheeks bounced, seemingly expanding as they were freed from their stuffy prison.
The diminutive blonde found herself both extremely aroused and mortally terrified as the amazon bent forwards, spreading her huge ass cheeks right before her face. The sweet smell of soap that she was too poor to afford drifted into her nostrils, but along with it came the undertones of the sweat that had formed along the tight slit between the two squished buns. Adria’s ass could have swallowed the servant’s head whole, so Mercia could only imagine how big it must have seemed to the tiny boy in her hands. She almost felt sorry for him.
‘Put him in before my ass gets cold,’ Adria snapped, wiggling her huge bottom in the poor girl’s face.
Rhancar too came to his senses, as he realized what was about to happen. He started fighting against Mercia’s grip, but it was no use. She shifted him so that he was held between her thumb and index finger, then raised him up to his soon-to-be prison.
Adria’s butt cheeks filled Rhancar’s entire field of vision, spanning further than anything else he could see. The helpless boy was staring right down the crack between them, but the mounds were so big, that they obscured the narrow crevice. The stench of her booty was overpowering, filling the air around him, and the warmth radiating from her asshole was almost tangible in the freezing cold, winter air.
‘If you keep staring, I might make you kiss it later,’ Adria spat, wiggling her ass menacingly towards the girl. Without hesitation, Mercia reached out and pressed her free hand into the firm flesh of the gorgeous young woman’s ass, and parted her cheeks. Rhancar watched as the two slabs of flesh parted, the thin sheen of sweat breaking as they split. He found himself suddenly propelled into the hot crack.
Mercia took pleasure as she felt resistance, pushing the tiny boy into the soft, smelly skin of Adria’s buttcrack. He groaned as the weaker giantess pushed his chest against the brunette’s asshole, and he felt it twitch. Rhancar’s blood went cold as he waited the fraction of a second that it took for the pucker to relax, trembling as he feared what might come out of it. He had been so focused on this, that he didn’t notice the servant girl’s hand vanish from behind him. Before he had a chance to fall, however, the colossal ass cheeks on either side of him slapped together, sealing him in their sweaty embrace.
Rhancar felt the heat rising around him as the hot, tight prison’s gaps started to seal off with sweat. The air, which was already heavy with the scent of shit, was getting harder and harder to breathe. But the giantess wasn’t concerned by any of this.
Adria smirked as she felt the tiny figure in her crack and clenched her glutes for good measure. The simple movement was like two boulders crushing Rhancar from either side, as the meat that engulfed him suddenly turned to stone, squeezing him remorselessly. He felt the air rush out of him, and a familiar burning feeling set into his lungs.
The slack never returned to his trap, as Adria wiggled her pants back on, having boldly opted to forgo underwear that morning. The taut cotton pushed her buttcheeks together and held them there. As she tightened the belt around her waist, she savoured the feeling of the pathetic little man against her asshole, totally at the mercy of her booty.
‘That will do, peasant,’ she smirked, turning back to face the still kneeling Mercia. Without warning, Adria lashed out with her boot-clad foot, her muddy sole landing squarely in the center of the blonde’s chest. She pushed Merica onto her back, the servant landing with a splat in the mud and animal faeces. The poor girl shrieked, as Adria cackled with laughter.
‘Learn your place, and make me a step to climb onto my horse,’ Adria snapped, pressing down on Mercia’s skinny chest, and threatening to crush her.
The servant girl scrambled to her hands and knees as soon as the domineering brunette raised her foot, staying on the ground as she crawled across the filth to the side of the horse. The smell of manure now covered Mercia, but she was too scared of the powerful young woman to do anything about it. She waited submissively as Adris placed a foot on her back and tested her stability.
Mercia wanted to scream as the muscular girl shifted her weight onto her weak little back, using all of her strength not to cry out or fall. Adria giggled girlishly as she pushed down sharply, hosting herself up onto the saddle of her horse. The sudden blow knowned Mercia onto her stomach, fully encasing her in the cold, wet dirt.
Rhancar felt the world jump as the giantess shot up into the air, and came down hard on the horse’s saddle. He grunted as her tremendous weight came down on him, her buttcheeks spreading a little before they squiched to accommodate her mass, and the helpless boy was smothered against her asshole.
Adria didn’t wait for the servant to get clear before spurring the horse forwards. Mercia yelped as she scrambled out of the animal’s path, rolling around in the freezing mud like a pig. She watched the highborne girl trot out into the courtyard, suddenly hit with a pang of jealousy at what could have been her life, had it not been for the cruel Queen Elenor.
In the darkness of the giantess’s ass, Rhancar was in a fresh hell as she bounced on the saddle with the horse cantering out into the courtyard and heading towards the side gate of the wall. Adria flexed her thighs to stay firmly on the saddle, but her glorious booty slapped against the seat over and over again, and with each movement, the tiny prisoner in her crack felt himself slipping. The thick cheeks were sealed behind him, so there was no chance of him falling out, but he was moving down the length of the goddess’s buttcrack, and he could feel the tight pucker of her anus rising from his abdomen to his neck.
In the sweltering darkness, the scent of shit was overpowering, and with the next bounce, the tiny boy felt the firm wrinkles of Adria’s asshole on his face. He could just make out the twitching flesh in the darkness, practically touching his nose. He could hear the shuffling and creaking of the saddle as the giantess bounced on the back of the animal, guiding it out of the walls of the castle and into the cold, snow covered grassland beyond. She had avoided the road to the village, and opted for a scenic forest ride. She shifted in her saddled, grinning as she felt the pathetic figure in her crack, rub against her.
Rhancar was pressed into the brunette’s asshole, his face sinking in between the folds of the muscular ring. All he could smell was faeces and ass sweat, and he felt the later lather his body. Amidst the noise of the huge creatures, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold, even in the sweltering heat of the depths of Adria’s voluptuous rump: a bubbling, gurgling sound from the other side of her anus.
