Might as well mention it: I’m pondering on an idea for a giant fic. It’s… hard to describe, but I could theoretically make up a first chapter whenever, though I feel like I don’t have a handle on it quite yet.
Whenever I grabbed Miranda, it was fast and merciless, like a predatory bird swooping down on its target, hands spread wide to seize and immobilize. Where I grabbed was always less important than the unstoppable nature of the act itself, that I could care her away safely secured in a matter of moments, far too late for her to respond.
In contrast, Miranda’s hand wrapped around Mia slowly, achingly so. Her fingers, millimeter by millimeter, reached the Min and passed her until the woman stood right next to her palm, giving her plenty of time to see them coming, to react. To run.
She didn’t.
Then, and only then, they began closing, finger by finger, from the pinkie at the bottom, which Mia could have potentially jumped over if she wanted to, until it reached the thumb that locked her in place.
As she was lifted into the air, Mia was still stiff and still, clearly forcing herself to be motionless as taken to her inevitable fate, refusing to let herself react in front of me… or maybe Miranda. Maybe both.
When her hand had reached her chest, Miranda lifted herself from her squat and turned to look at me, staring at my face for… affirmation? Signs of weakness? Approval?
Whatever she was seeking, I gave her nothing, and after a few seconds, she turned away without saying a word, towards the woman in her hands.
Then, with all the abruptness of someone chugging down a foul drink, Miranda brought Mia to her mouth and gave her a long lick up the back. In her hand, Mia shuddered, while Miranda looked…conflicted. Like she was coming to a realization she didn’t want to understand.
At my side, Amber made a small sound I couldn’t identify, but I ignored it, instead leaning in towards the scene in front of me until my breath ruffled both of their hair slightly.
Again, Miranda gave me a probing look, which I refused to acknowledge, just continuing to observe her carefully, before turning back to Mia.
A long moment passed where she considered the tiny form she held, seeming to plan her approach. This time, when her tongue emerged, it was deliberate: I could see that her first attempt had cleaned much of Mia’s back off, but it was hardly complete, but she seemed determined to complete it.
From just above the hip the tongue coiled, rising up and to the side, snaking around to the belly for an instant before returning and rising to the shoulder, then turning. Here it paused, writhing back and forth against Mia’s neck as she shuddered and moaned, seeming to draw circles against her dampened skin before resuming its downwards journey, coming to a stop just above the rear.
Here Miranda paused once more, retracting herself from her target, only to lash out at the miniscule ass, provoking a series of squeals from Mia and an exhale from me so strong it blew her hair sideways as it groped and slurped away around. She concluded with a careful nip, taking the entire lower torso in her mouth and closing on it slowly as Mia flailed helpless in her grasp, and I saw tongue dance between the little legs.
As she removed the woman from her mouth and held her out again, Miranda breathed out over the skin she had just tasted, provoking another shudder.
This time, the look she shot me was distinctly amused, and she kept holding it as she turned the Min she was holding until her front was presented.
“You know, Mia.” she began calmly, moving her gaze from her captor to her captive, “I’m only doing this because I have to, because you told me to.”
When she had confronted Miranda before, Mia had been angry, venting a frustration that had clearly lingered there for some time. But I didn’t forget how she had acted before that moment, and whatever confidence her fury had given her had departed the Min, drenched in drool and trapped in the hand of woman I could step on by accident. She shook, arms crossed over her breast and and legs curled up before her, watching her new tormentor with fearful eyes.
It made Miranda smile.
“Everything I’m doing to you now is for your sake, and nothing more.” She continued, lifting her hand, bringing the shaking woman to her mouth.
Miranda opened her mouth again, as if to keep talking. Instead, she leaned forward and took one of Mia’s tiny breasts into her mouth, ever so carefully grasping it with her teeth. She writhed in the ivory grip, making a noise that was either pain or pleasure or both, before Miranda’s lips closed around them as well.
Then she sucked, the gentle force of it still dragging Mia forward slightly before she was released.
“But do you know what?” Miranda asked, as if they were having a normal conversation. “This is actully kind of fun; being the one in control, I mean.”
The teeth closed upon the other breast more loosely than before, but that just made it easier for Miranda to drag their edges across its entire surface, opening just before the nipple to instead lash at it with her tongue.
“But don’t worry, I’m not going to make a habit out of this or anything.” She smiled mockingly at me. “Unless I’m told to, anyways.”
Adjusting Mia once again, Miranda brought her lower half to her mouth, drawing both of her legs into her mouth, carefully using her tongue to adjust their position until she was satisfied: spread wide, each lined over Miranda’s teeth. Then, gently, she closed her mouth, pinning Mia in place with her legs trapped in between Miranda’s teeth, as her tongue emerged to attack the new target that had been presented to it.
Mia made a sound, then, so filled with desire and need that my mouth went dry.
The longer this went on, the more Miranda settled into a rhythm, finding herself again in the masterful use of tooth, tongue, and lip, regaining the confidence she had lost and doning it anew like a crown. She held court on my table, naked, tiny, covered in pizza sauce and imperious all the same.
I’d never seen her so stunning, so erotic.
After a while she grew satisfied with the woman in her hand and stretched languorously, getting up and started to walk along the table and ignoring me to sit in front of the pizza box. Calmly, Miranda leaned back against it, stretching out a leg and propping an arm, holding a limp and panting Mia, regally on the other.
“Oh, Amber!” She called, looking at me with a wicked grin. “Would you be a dear and come see me, please?”
I heard a yip and looked down to see the woman in question staring at Miranda with awe-filled dread, legs pressed together tight and hands folded together in front of her crotch in a way that made her arms squeeze her breasts pleasingly. She seemed to be filled with guilt and desire all at once and entirely unsure of which to feel.
“Y-yes Ma’am!” she called. “I’m coming!”
I’m not sure Amber knew what she had called Miranda, though I could see her smirk grow a little larger in response.
The Min jogged forward forward obediently towards her, only stopping once she stood between her legs, arms folded behind her back. It was only then that Amber seemed realize where she was standing, and blushed as she tried to find a way to look at the ‘giantess’ in front of her that wouldn’t embarrass her more.
“Excellent.” Miranda purred, reaching down with her empty hand.
Instead of grabbing the little woman in front of her, however, she just held it out, palm down and somewhat flat.
“Now take a seat.”
Still blushing, Amber walked forward onto Miranda’s hand, standing awkwardly for a moment before kneeling down upon it. Gleefully, Miranda lifted her up to her face, examining her carefully before she began.
With Mia, she had been aggressive, almost violent at times, pinning her with teeth and throwing her around with tongue, always on the edge of causing actual harm but never quite crossing the line.
With Amber, she was gentle: it began with a kiss, Miranda’s lips taking up much of Amber’s face, backing away before gently brushing her with her tongue, wiping away any part of the meal that was left behind.
Gasping for breath, Amber could only watch as Miranda moved slowly down her body, always avoiding the more sensitive areas, each press of the lips leaving her cleaner and cleaner, yet ever more drenched with drool and stimulated by the careful ministrations of tongue.
Before long Miranda had reached the legs, and instead of kissing it, moved instead to a foot before opening her mouth wide. Slowly, teasingly, she moved Amber forwards, drawing her leg into her mouth where her tongue embraced it. It didn’t close once during the process, instead giving Amber, and me, a view of proceedings, lips carefully covering her teeth. Once it had entered as far as it could, and Miranda had lavished it with attention to her satisfaction, she removed the leg and repeated the process with the other.
Once both of the limbs had had her attention brought on them, Miranda disengaged and moved the now sodden woman back.
In her hand, Amber panted and moaned, glazed over eyes staring up with confusion. “Wh-why did you st-”
“Amber.” Miranda said seductively, causing to Min to shut her mouth so fast I was worried she’d hurt herself.
“Oh little Amber…” She continued, with the smug smile of a soon to be fed cat, “Would you hold out your hand for me?”
It took a minute to penetrate the haze she was in, but once she understood Amber held out her hand eagerly, like she was trying to reach the head that rose above her.
“Perfect.” Miranda murmured, before bending down to take her offering.
Amber’s arm fit into the mouth easily, and I could see it flex inside of the maw, reaching down to grab at the muscle that danced around it, flicking out with deliberate licks to tease at her body. When Miranda removed her, the fingers dug in, trying to take a hold, but all she got was an amused chuckle before the larger Min switched sides, moaning helplessly as she was so easily manipulated.
When Miranda let go of her other arm, there were only two places on Amber’s form left dry, two conspicuous places still colored red-orange as if they had been highlighted. Holding her away slightly, Miranda considered them carefully, a slight smile on her face as she picked her targets.
When she moved, it wasn’t with an open mouth, but with lips once again pursed for a kiss that embraced Amber’s chest as her lithe form gasped and arched upon its fleshy seat, tiny arms reaching out to try and hold the larger face in place before it retreated with a predatory smile, leaving it to lie bonelessly, arms and legs dangling off the edge.
“Amber…” Miranda cooed. In response, the form on her hand twitched, a head turning in her direction.
“Open up for me Amber.”
And with a almost soundless keen of need, she did, and once again Miranda took what she was offered.
I couldn’t see the details, but Miranda stayed there, mouth between two legs that did their best to hold onto a moving jaw far stronger than them, for longer than she had anywhere else. Eventually, Amber’s back arched one last time as she gave out a loud cry, and Miranda gently lowered her down to the table top, placing Mia next to her as she gave out a satisfied sigh.
For a few moments she watched them, a smiling fondly, before rising to her feet.
“So, Ian,” Miranda said as she approached coltishly, “I did just what you asked. How’d I do? Are you…” And here she grinned teasingly, “Satisfied with my performance?”
She startled a bit as I moved, but relaxed as my hand cupped her head, thumb stroking her hair gently.
“You did great, Miranda.” I said soothingly as she leaned in my touch with a pleased hum. “That was a wonderful job. You’re a good girl, such a good girl.”
She remained like that for a few seconds before my words penetrated her smug haze, jolting up with a start.
“I’m a wha-” Before she could get going, though, I swept her off my feet and tucked her into my arm.
“You know, Miranda… I didn’t just order pizza. I got a little something… special as well.”
She made a grumpy noise from near my chest, but I continued cheerfully as I reached for the smaller box I had set aside.
“Something to start off our first day together right, but I was starting to get worried for awhile there. You were misbehaving so badly I didn’t think you’d get any!”
Setting the box in front of me, I turned it so it faced in our direction, before opening it with a flourish.
“After all, Miranda, only compliance gets cookies.”
Not only did she perk up at that, further along the table I saw the two she had left behind start at my words, getting up so they could get a better look at what was happening.
The cookies the pizza place sold were subpar at best, but they were hot with melted chips, and so to the deprived Mins, the disk I held up in the air at that moment must have seemed ambrosial.
“Now, Mia, Amber, you two did marvelously, and kept it up no matter how certain other people,” there was another grumble from somewhere under me as I said that, which I ignored, “And that gives you the first cookie.”
Leaning over, I placed the dessert next to the pair, who stared at it with hungry eyes before glancing back up at me warily.
“Oh, don’t worry; by all means, indulge yourselves.” I said airly, waving them on with my hand, and they didn’t need any more encouragement to fall on the sweet voraciously, smearing dark streaks of chocolate all over their recently cleaned skin in the process.
Not that I minded.
“In fact, you did good enough for a cookie each!” I continued, taking another cookie. They backed away, eyes filled with fear and greed, and I didn’t disappoint them as I tossed it on top of the first one.
This time they didn’t wait before leaping on their new prize.
They really had earned it, and I definitely wanted to encourage such prompt and through obedience, so the overly generous award was a no brainer, even if they couldn’t finish the first one before it grew stale.
“As for you, Miranda… originally, you were going to get a cookie, until you started acting up, anyways.”
At that, there was an outraged howl, but I quickly pinned her to my chest with my arm before she could start thrashing.
“Thankfully, you managed to pull through at the last minute, and so you get…”
I trailed off as I held the next cookie high in the air, and in my arm Miranda settled as she started at it, enraptured as I slowly lowered it down.
“One half a cookie!” I announced, before taking a large bite out of it.
“What?!” Miranda screamed, as I brought the large crescent to her.
I tilted my head in mock confusion. “What? You only did well enough for half a cookie; I think I was pretty clear about that. In fact, it was only your impressive performance that got you this much. Unless…” I mused, bringing the treat farther away as I ‘thought’.
“Unless you don’t want the cookie?” She gaped adorably. “In that case, I guess I might as well eat it myself…”
Dramatically I lifted the item in question into the air and began to open my mouth widely, but Miranda’s frantic rebuttal stopped me from going any farther.
“Wait wait wait Ian it’s fine I wanthecookiegiveittomeeeee!!”
Her complaint turned into a squeal of joy as I handed it to her, wrapping the treat in her arms protectively around as she did so, and in the process making it seem like she was nothing more than a delectable treat herself.
She frowned at the smile that bloomed on my face, and turned herself away to begin to enjoy her own prize.
“One thing, Amber, Mia.” I began. The two Mins looked at each other warily, but didn’t move from their gigantic pile of sweets.
“No no,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Keep eating, I just want to… clear the air about something really quick.”
That got another glance traded between them, but they relaxed slightly, bring small handfuls of dough and chocolate to their mouths as they observed me.
“While I’m not going to promise you two much, I can assure you that I won’t do anything major to you… such as breaking your legs.”
Mia winced at that, but I continued without focusing on her reaction.
“I’m not going to give you platitudes; I’m not going to tell you it’s because ‘I’m a good guy’ or because ‘I wouldn’t do that’, because quite honestly those are stupid answers and I doubt that you’d believe me if I tried one. Instead, let me give you a practical answer: if I was ever to do that, this one here-”
I patted Miranda’s head from where she sulked in my lap.
“-Would never forgive me, and we all know I don’t want that. Moreover, as one of my main holds over her behavior, if she can no longer trust me to not hurt you, she would have far less reason to listen to me, which again I obviously want to avoid. Now, just so we’re clear: I’m not saying I’m not going to make things unpleasant for you, if need be. I can think of plenty of ways to make you two miserable and I will use them if I have to, but of the many things that are in danger here, your safety is not one of them.”
It wasn’t meant to be a motivational speech so much as a simple statement of facts, but still the two of them seemed oddly cheered by my announcement.
“Was there… anything else, Master?” Amber ventured cautiously.
“Nope.” I said, grabbing another cookie, for myself this time. “Go back to enjoying your reward.”
A pleased smile rose upon my face as they did just that.
So, it’s been awhile since I did anything close to a sex scene; years, in fact. I’d like to think that went well.
Fun fact: my crappy ass old computer shut down, as it does sometimes, and I almost lost this. All of this. If it wasn’t for that fact that this site saves drafts almost constantly, thank fuck, it would have been gone. I was at the last stages, doing little edits and what not, and I put so much work into doing this that losing it would have destroyed me, and I’m not sure I would have had the heart to try and redo it all again any time soon.
That was a close one, folks.
