Natsu—
I woke up to the sound of Erza's yawn, an immense and encompassing noise that filled the room like a thunderclap. The world around me was a confusing maze of soft, silky fabric, and it took me a moment to remember that I was nestled in a pair of Erza's panties.
The material was comforting against my rubbery skin, infused with a faint scent of her lavender soap that lingered in the air. I blinked the sleep from my eyes, stretching my tiny limbs as I crawled out from my makeshift bed. The ground beneath me, the woven threads of the fabric, felt strange yet familiar, providing a bizarre sense of security.
Erza was a sight to behold, her immense form rising from her bed with a grace that belied her size. Clad only in a purple nightgown that shimmered slightly in the early morning light, she looked like a giantess waking from an eon of slumber.
Her movements were deliberate and languid, every stretch and yawn amplified in scale and sound. The fabric of her nightgown rustled like distant waves against a shore as she turned her head to look at me, her eyes sharp and focused despite the sleepiness she was shaking off.
"Oh good, you are awake. It's time to help me get ready for the day," Erza's voice rang out, each word a sonic boom that reverberated through my entire body. Before I could respond, she scooped me into her hand, her touch surprisingly gentle yet firm. The ridges of her palm pressed into my tiny frame, her skin warm and slightly rough against my rubbery body as she lifted me effortlessly.
Erza deposited me on her shoulder, a vast plateau that seemed to stretch endlessly. The warmth of her skin radiated through my body, and I had to brace myself against the subtle sway as she stood up and started walking. Each step was a mini earthquake, the ground beneath me shifting and shaking.
Years of navigating such movements had trained me well, and I managed to stay upright, bouncing lightly with her every stride. The rhythmic sway of her movements, the rise and fall of her breath, created a bizarre yet oddly comforting rhythm.
Entering the bathroom, the environment shifted drastically. The scent of soap and shampoo was overpowering, a mix of floral and clean chemical smells that filled the air. Erza's fingers, firm yet gentle, wrapped around my tiny form as she lifted me up from where she had placed me on her shoulder.
The transition from her warm skin to the cool, slick surface of the shower shelf was abrupt, and I found myself staring up at the towering bottles of shampoo and soap that stood like monoliths beside me. The scents of various fragrances—floral, citrus, and something musky—mingled in the air, creating a heady, overwhelming atmosphere that filled my senses.
The sound of fabric rustling brought my attention back to Erza. With a fluid motion, she grasped the hem of her nightgown and began to lift it over her head. The silky material slid over her skin, creating a soft, whispering sound that contrasted sharply with the rhythmic drumming of the shower water.
As the nightgown rose, it revealed more and more of her pale, flawless skin, until finally, it slipped free entirely and cascaded to the floor in a shimmering pool of purple. The sight of her nightgown dropping was mesmerizing, like watching a waterfall in slow motion, each fold and ripple captivating in its descent.
With the nightgown gone, Erza's mountain-sized breasts were freed, bouncing slightly with the release. Each movement of her body sent ripples through the soft flesh, creating a hypnotic dance that was impossible to look away from. Her colossal form was both awe-inspiring and intimidating, a testament to her strength and beauty.
She stepped into the shower, one leg at a time, her movements slow and deliberate. Each step caused her breasts to bounce slightly, a rhythmic motion that was almost entrancing. The sight of her entering the shower, her body filling the space, was a reminder of just how small and vulnerable I was in this new, strange reality. The warm steam began to rise, enveloping us both in a misty cocoon as the water cascaded around her, a prelude to the tasks that lay ahead.
The sound of the shower roared around me, a constant, enveloping rush that filled my ears and vibrated through my body. The warm mist thickened the air, making every breath feel heavy and saturated with moisture. I stood on the cold, slick surface of the shower shelf, feeling the faint tremors of Erza's movements resonate through the ceramic beneath me.
Erza's enormous hand reached out, her fingers curling around me with a practiced ease. The ridges of her skin were like gentle hills beneath my feet, her grip firm but never harsh.
I was lifted into the warm, steamy air, and the transition from the cool shelf to her heated touch sent a shiver through my rubbery form. Her face loomed above, a vast expanse of features that were simultaneously familiar and intimidating at this scale.
She held me in one hand while the other grasped the bottle of soap. With a squeeze, a thick, pearlescent stream of soap oozed out, coating her palm and dripping over me. The soap was cold at first, a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin, but quickly warmed up. The scent of lavender and citrus intensified, a sharp, clean smell that filled my nose and made my eyes water slightly.
Erza began to lather me up, her fingers moving in gentle yet purposeful motions. The soap foamed into a frothy layer, covering my entire body until I was a small, white-covered figure in her hand. Each stroke of her fingers was precise, ensuring that the soap was evenly distributed, creating a smooth, slick surface that glistened under the shower's light.
She then lifted me towards her armpit, a space that, up close, was a landscape of soft skin and faintly visible muscle. The scent here was stronger, a mix of her natural musk and the fresh, clean aroma of the soap. Erza rubbed me against her skin, using me to scrub the area with a steady, rhythmic motion. The pressure was firm but not uncomfortable, each pass across her skin creating a slick, soapy path.
The texture of her skin changed slightly as she moved me, from the smoothness of her underarm to the firmer muscle just beyond. The sensation of being used as a washcloth was surreal; every detail of her body was magnified, every movement felt intensely. Her humming created a gentle vibration that traveled through her body into mine, a calming counterpoint to the overwhelming sensory input.
She switched to the other armpit, lifting her arm and exposing the second expanse of skin. The process repeated, each stroke deliberate and thorough. The warmth of the water, the smell of the soap, the soft yet firm texture of her skin—all combined to create an experience that was both intimate and impersonal. The hum of the water, the rhythm of her movements, and the enveloping steam formed a backdrop that was almost dreamlike.
As she finished with her armpits, the soap washed away in rivulets, leaving her skin clean and smooth.
The warm water continued to cascade down in a relentless torrent, creating a symphony of sound that filled the shower. The steam swirled around, making the air thick and humid, wrapping everything in a hazy cocoon. Erza's grip on me was steady and firm as she brought me to her chest, her movements deliberate and precise.
Her breasts were monumental from my perspective, each one a vast expanse of soft, pale skin that seemed to go on forever. She began by pressing me gently against her right breast, the pliable flesh yielding slightly under the pressure. The warmth of her skin seeped into my rubbery body, a comforting heat that contrasted sharply with the coolness of the soap still clinging to me.
Erza moved me in slow, circular motions, spreading the soap across the surface. Each movement was thorough, ensuring that no part was left untouched. The soap foamed and bubbled, creating a slick layer that made each stroke glide smoothly. Her skin was soft yet firm beneath the surface, the underlying muscle providing a solid foundation that I could feel with each pass.
As she continued, she pressed me deeper into her breast, the pressure increasing gradually. My rubbery body flattened slightly under the force, the sensation both strange and oddly soothing. The soft give of her flesh combined with the firm pressure of her hand created a unique feeling that was almost hypnotic. The scent of the soap mingled with her natural aroma, creating a heady mix that filled my senses.
Erza's humming provided a rhythmic background to her movements, the gentle vibrations traveling through her body and into mine. It was a soothing counterpoint to the intensity of the experience, a constant reminder of her presence and control. She spent several minutes working on her right breast, ensuring every inch was thoroughly cleaned. The sensation of being pressed and rubbed against her skin was surreal, each movement a reminder of my tiny size and new role.
She then moved to her left breast, repeating the process with the same deliberate care. The initial touch was gentle, her fingers guiding me across the surface in smooth, even strokes. The soap lathered quickly, creating a frothy layer that covered both her skin and mine. The warmth of her body, combined with the constant flow of hot water, created a cocoon of heat that was almost overwhelming.
Erza's movements were methodical, each stroke calculated to cover as much area as possible. She pressed me deeper into her flesh, flattening me slightly with each pass. The sensation of being squished and rubbed was intense, a mix of pressure and softness that defied easy description. Her humming continued, a soft, melodic tune that seemed to resonate through the very air around us.
She paid special attention to the underside of each breast, lifting them slightly to ensure every part was cleaned. The soft skin there was warm and smooth, the subtle curves and contours providing a fascinating landscape.
Each movement was deliberate, her fingers guiding me with precision. The sensation of her flesh yielding beneath me, combined with the firm pressure of her hand, created a feeling that was both intimate and impersonal.
Erza spent a good five minutes just rubbing her breasts with me, ensuring they were thoroughly cleaned. The entire time, the warm water continued to flow, washing away the soap and leaving her skin smooth and slick. The sound of the water, combined with her humming and the rhythmic movements of her hand, created an atmosphere that was almost dreamlike.
The steady roar of the shower continued to fill the air, a constant, rhythmic backdrop to the intimate routine unfolding. The thick steam hung in the air, creating a warm, humid cocoon that wrapped around us both. The scent of lavender and citrus from the soap mingled with the clean, natural aroma of the water, creating an atmosphere that was both invigorating and soothing.
Erza's fingers moved with practiced ease, re-coating me thoroughly in the frothy, slick soap. The pearlescent bubbles clung to my rubbery skin, making me glisten under the dim, steamy light of the bathroom.
The gentle pressure of her fingertips as she lathered me up again was a comforting reminder of her strength and control. Her humming continued, a soft, melodic tune that resonated through her body and into mine.
With a deliberate and measured motion, Erza lifted me and began to guide me down the length of her back. Her skin was smooth and warm, the subtle ridges of her muscles beneath the surface providing a fascinating landscape.
The water cascaded over us both, washing away any residual soap from her earlier cleansing. The sensation of being moved slowly downward, the warm water creating rivulets along her spine, was both soothing and surreal.
As I reached the curve of her lower back, the atmosphere shifted subtly. Erza's movements became more focused, her humming fading into a silence that was filled only by the sound of the water. She spread her legs slightly, adjusting her stance to give herself better access. Her fingers pressed me gently but firmly against the soft, pliable skin of her ass cheeks, the soap creating a slick barrier that made each motion smooth and effortless.
She began by rubbing me in slow, circular motions, spreading the soap evenly across the expanse of her skin. The warmth of her body, combined with the slickness of the soap, created a unique sensory experience that was both intimate and overwhelming. The scent of lavender and citrus intensified, filling the air with a fresh, clean aroma that contrasted with the raw, primal nature of the task at hand.
Erza's fingers guided me deeper, pressing me between the firm yet yielding cheeks. The pressure increased gradually, my rubbery form flattening slightly under the force. The heat from her body intensified, the intimate proximity creating a cocoon of warmth that enveloped me completely. She moved me in slow, deliberate strokes, ensuring every part was thoroughly cleansed.
With a steady and deliberate motion, Erza positioned me at the entrance to her asshole. The slick soap made the initial entry smooth, her muscles clenching reflexively around me. The heat and pressure were intense, the sensation of being enveloped completely by her body both surreal and overwhelming. She pushed me in slowly, her fingers guiding me with precision and care.
The rhythmic motion began, Erza pushing me in and out with a deliberate, steady cadence. The pressure increased with each thrust, my rubbery body compressing slightly under the force. The heat of her body was almost overwhelming, the tight, intimate space creating a cocoon of warmth and pressure. The slick soap made each motion smooth and effortless, reducing friction and enhancing the sensation of intimacy.
Her breathing grew deeper, each exhale a soft, throaty sound that added to the intimate atmosphere. The rhythmic motion of her fingers, combined with the steady roar of the water and the enveloping steam, created a sensory experience that was both intense and hypnotic. The scent of lavender and citrus, mingling with the natural aroma of her body, filled the air, creating a heady, intoxicating atmosphere.
Erza continued this motion for several minutes, ensuring every part of her was thoroughly cleansed. The pressure and heat were constant, the sensation of being pushed in and out both intimate and overwhelming. Her fingers moved with practiced precision, each motion calculated to maximize the effectiveness of the cleansing.
Finally, satisfied that she was clean, Erza gently withdrew me. The transition from the intense heat and pressure to the cool, open air was abrupt, leaving me dazed and disoriented.
The steam in the shower grew thicker, swirling around like a warm, comforting mist that enveloped everything. Erza's hands moved with practiced ease as she rinsed off the remaining soap from her body, the hot water cascading down in steady rivulets that glistened on her skin. The sound of the water was a constant, rhythmic roar that filled the air, creating a backdrop that was both soothing and overwhelming.
She lifted me to the stream of water, allowing the warm cascade to wash away the soap from my rubbery skin. The sensation was intense, the force of the water almost too powerful at my size, but the warmth was comforting. The soap dissolved quickly, leaving me clean and slick. Erza's fingers were steady and gentle as she held me under the water, ensuring every bit of soap was rinsed away. The warmth of her hand contrasted with the rush of the water, creating a unique sensory experience that was both calming and stimulating.
With the soap rinsed away, Erza brought me back to her chest. Her heartbeat was a steady, powerful thrum that I could feel through her skin, a constant reminder of her immense vitality. She lowered me slowly, her fingers guiding me down past her breasts, over the smooth expanse of her stomach, and finally to her most intimate area. The warmth there was palpable, the skin soft and slightly slick with moisture.
Erza's breathing grew deeper, more measured, as she began to use me to pleasure herself. The sensation was overwhelming; the heat, the pressure, the rhythmic movements all combined to create an experience that was both surreal and intensely intimate. She guided me with precision, pressing me gently but firmly against her most sensitive areas. The slickness of her arousal mingled with the water, creating a sensation that was almost electric.
She began to move me in slow, deliberate motions, pressing me against her inner walls and sliding me along the length of her tunnel. The pressure increased gradually, her fingers pressing me deeper into her flesh. The warmth of her body was almost overwhelming, the heat and moisture creating a cocoon of sensation that enveloped me completely. Her breathing grew more rapid, each exhale a soft, throaty sound that resonated through her body and into mine.
The rhythm of her movements increased, each stroke more intense than the last. The sensation of her slick, warm flesh against my rubbery body was a mix of pressure and friction, creating a sensation that was both stimulating and soothing. Her grip tightened slightly, the force of her fingers pressing me deeper, flattening me slightly against her. The heat of her arousal was a constant, pervasive presence, filling my senses and creating an atmosphere that was both intimate and overwhelming.
As she neared her climax, her movements became more frantic, her breathing a series of short, sharp gasps. The pressure increased to an almost unbearable level, the sensation of her flesh clenching and releasing around me creating a rhythm that was both intense and intimate. The sounds of her pleasure, the soft moans and gasps, filled the air, adding to the heady mix of sensations that surrounded us.
Finally, with a shuddering gasp, she climaxed. The sensation of her walls contracting around me, the intense heat and pressure, was overwhelming. Her body trembled slightly, the force of her orgasm rippling through her like a wave. The rush of sensation was almost too much to bear, a mix of heat, pressure, and overwhelming intimacy that left me dazed.
As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she lifted me up, her fingers gentle and careful. The warmth of her body was a comforting presence, the steady thrum of her heartbeat a soothing counterpoint to the intensity of what had just happened. She brought me up to her mouth, her lips parting slightly as she placed me halfway inside.
The heat of her breath was a gentle caress, the moisture creating a warm, slick environment that enveloped me completely. Her tongue moved with practiced ease, licking away the remnants of her arousal from my body. The sensation was both soothing and stimulating, the soft texture of her tongue creating a unique sensory experience. The taste of her arousal mingled with the residual soap, creating a mix of flavors that was both strange and oddly satisfying.
She took her time, ensuring that every bit of me was cleaned, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. The heat and moisture of her mouth were almost overwhelming, creating a cocoon of sensation that enveloped me completely. The rhythm of her movements was soothing, a gentle, steady cadence that contrasted sharply with the intensity of what had just happened.
Finally, satisfied that I was clean, she pulled me out and looked down at me with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. Her eyes gleamed with a sense of accomplishment, a small smile playing on her lips. The warmth of her hand was a comforting presence, the steady beat of her heart a constant reminder of her vitality.
"Good work, toy. Now, back to washing," she said, her voice a booming command that left no room for argument
Erza held me firmly but gently in her hand, her touch warm and steady. She squeezed the bottle of soap again, letting a thick stream of the pearlescent liquid coat my rubbery body. The soap was cool at first, a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin, but it quickly warmed up. The rich, creamy texture of the soap spread evenly, creating a slick, foamy layer that covered me completely.
She began with her right leg, lifting it slightly to give herself better access. The muscles in her thigh were firm and well-defined, the smooth skin glistening under the shower's light. Erza started at the top, pressing me against her thigh and moving me in slow, deliberate circles. The pressure was firm but gentle, each stroke spreading the soap evenly and creating a frothy lather that glistened in the steam-filled air.
The texture of her skin was fascinating, a mix of smoothness and subtle ridges that hinted at the strength beneath. As she moved me down her leg, the sensation of her muscles shifting and flexing under my touch was both mesmerizing and intimate. The warm water cascaded over us, washing away the soap in rivulets that glistened as they flowed down her body.
Erza continued her methodical movements, ensuring every inch of her thigh was thoroughly cleansed. The rich, creamy soap created a thick lather that clung to her skin, the scent of lavender and citrus intensifying as it mingled with the warmth of the water. Her fingers guided me with precision, each stroke deliberate and thorough.
As she moved down to her knee, the texture of her skin changed slightly, the joint providing a subtle contrast to the smoothness of her thigh. Erza took her time, moving me in slow circles around her kneecap, ensuring every part was covered in the frothy lather. The sensation of the soap against her skin, combined with the warmth of the water, created a soothing, almost therapeutic experience.
Moving down her calf, Erza's touch remained steady and controlled. The muscles here were more defined, the skin smooth and firm. She pressed me against the back of her calf, the pressure increasing slightly as she moved me in slow, deliberate strokes. The frothy lather spread easily, the rich, creamy soap creating a thick layer that clung to her skin.
Erza's humming resumed, a soft, melodic tune that added to the soothing, rhythmic atmosphere. The gentle vibration of her voice traveled through her body and into mine, creating a calming, almost hypnotic effect. The steam swirled around us, the warm, humid air enveloping us in a gentle embrace.
As she reached her ankle, Erza lifted her foot slightly, balancing with practiced ease. The delicate bones and tendons of her ankle were a fascinating contrast to the firm muscles of her calf. She moved me in slow circles around her ankle, the frothy lather spreading easily over the smooth, firm skin. The scent of lavender and citrus was almost overpowering, a fresh, clean aroma that filled the air.
Erza moved on to her foot, starting with the top and working her way down to her toes. The skin here was softer, more delicate, the subtle ridges and curves creating a fascinating landscape. She pressed me gently but firmly against the top of her foot, moving me in slow, deliberate strokes. The rich, creamy soap created a thick lather that clung to her skin, the scent of lavender and citrus intensifying as it mingled with the warmth of the water.
As she reached her toes, Erza's touch became even more precise. She moved me between each toe, ensuring every part was thoroughly cleansed. The sensation of the soft, delicate skin between her toes was both intimate and soothing, the frothy lather spreading easily and creating a thick, creamy layer.
Erza repeated the process with her left leg, starting at the top of her thigh and working her way down to her foot. Her movements remained steady and controlled, each stroke deliberate and thorough. The warm water continued to cascade over us, washing away the soap in rivulets that glistened as they flowed down her body.
The atmosphere in the shower remained thick and humid, the air filled with the scents of soap and water. Erza's humming continued, a soft, melodic tune that added to the soothing, rhythmic backdrop.
As she finished cleansing her legs and feet, the sense of intimacy and connection lingered, a testament to the unique bond we shared in this strange new reality. The steady roar of the water, the enveloping steam, and the rhythmic movements of her hands created a cocoon of sensation that was both soothing and overwhelming.
The sound of the water was a constant, enveloping roar, creating a soothing white noise that filled the steamy air. Erza's hands moved with practiced ease as she began to rinse the soap from her body, the warm water cascading over her in steady streams that glistened and danced in the shower's light. Each movement was deliberate and thorough, ensuring every bit of soap was washed away, leaving her skin smooth and clean.
Erza held me under the showerhead, the powerful stream of water quickly washing away the frothy soap that clung to my rubbery skin. The sensation was intense, the force of the water almost overwhelming at my size, but the warmth was comforting. The soap dissolved quickly, leaving me feeling slick and clean. Her grip was steady, the ridges of her palm providing a familiar texture against my body as she made sure I was completely rinsed off.
Satisfied that we were both clean, Erza turned off the water, the sudden silence almost deafening after the constant roar of the shower. The thick steam began to dissipate slightly, revealing the glistening surfaces of the bathroom. She stepped out of the shower with a grace that belied her size, each movement fluid and deliberate. The warmth of the steam clung to her skin, making it glisten in the dim light.
She placed me gently on the sink, the cool ceramic surface a stark contrast to the warmth of the shower. From my vantage point, the room seemed vast and cavernous, every detail magnified by my small size. The scent of lavender and citrus lingered in the air, a fresh, clean aroma that mingled with the natural warmth of the steam.
Erza reached for a towel, the thick, plush fabric absorbing the water from her skin as she began to dry herself. Her long red hair clung to her wet body, the strands glistening like rubies in the light. Each movement caused her hair to sway, the tips brushing against her back and shoulders, creating a mesmerizing dance that was impossible to look away from.
As she dried herself, I watched in awe, the sight of her naked, mountain-sized breasts captivating. Each motion caused them to bounce and sway, the soft, pliable flesh moving with a grace that was both hypnotic and overwhelming. The towel moved with deliberate strokes, absorbing the water and leaving her skin dry and smooth. The warmth of the steam continued to cling to her, creating a faint, shimmering halo around her body.
Erza turned, her giant, naked ass coming close to the sink. The sheer size and proximity were staggering, the smooth, firm flesh almost within reach. The curves and contours were a testament to her strength and femininity, each movement a display of power and grace. As she continued to dry herself, she turned again, her red pubic hair now just feet away from me. The vivid color and texture were a striking contrast to her pale skin, creating a visual that was both intimate and awe-inspiring.
She continued her routine with practiced ease, the towel moving in smooth, deliberate motions. Every part of her body was attended to, the fabric absorbing the moisture and leaving her skin dry and smooth. The sight of her naked form, each curve and contour highlighted by the play of light and shadow, was a mesmerizing display of natural beauty and strength.
Finally, satisfied that she was dry, Erza wrapped the towel around herself, the thick fabric hugging her curves and creating a modest yet tantalizing display. The plush material clung to her body, accentuating her figure while providing a sense of comfort and warmth. She reached down and picked me up, her grip gentle but firm, the familiar touch a comforting reminder of their unique bond.
As she carried me back into the bedroom, the transition from the warm, steamy bathroom to the cooler air of the room was a stark contrast. The scent of lavender and citrus still lingered, a fresh, clean aroma that mingled with the natural scents of the bedroom. The soft light created a warm, inviting atmosphere, a soothing contrast to the intense intimacy of the shower.
Erza placed me gently on her bedside table, the surface smooth and cool beneath me. She moved with a grace that was both powerful and elegant, each step deliberate and measured. The towel remained wrapped around her, the thick fabric a comforting presence that added to the sense of warmth and intimacy.
The soft, dim light of the bedroom created an intimate and cozy atmosphere. The air was still warm from the shower, and the scent of lavender and citrus lingered, mixing with Erza's natural scent. I stood on the bedside table, watching her every move. She looked like a goddess, her body wrapped in that thick, plush towel that accentuated her curves.
With a fluid motion, she let the towel drop to the floor. I watched in awe as the towel slipped from her body in slow motion, revealing her naked form. Her skin glistened in the soft light, each curve and contour a testament to her strength and beauty. Every detail seemed magnified from my small perspective.
Erza reached for her panties, a delicate piece of fabric in a deep crimson hue. She stepped into them gracefully, pulling them up slowly. The elastic band snapped gently against her hips, hugging her figure and accentuating the curve of her hips and firmness of her buttocks. She twirled slowly, giving me a perfect view of her sculpted form.
Next, she picked up her bra, a matching crimson piece that provided just enough support while highlighting her ample cleavage. She slipped her arms through the straps and clasped it behind her back. The bra lifted her breasts, creating a tantalizing display. As she adjusted the straps, I couldn't help but admire how the fabric hugged her curves, enhancing her already stunning figure.
Erza then bent over to pick up her skirt, a simple yet elegant black piece that flared slightly at the hem. The motion gave me an even greater view from behind, the sight of her bent over and the fabric stretching across her backside stirring something primal within me. My body reacted involuntarily, an erection forming as I watched her every move.
She slid the skirt up her legs, the fabric gliding smoothly over her skin. She fastened it at her waist, the skirt falling to just above her knees and swaying gently with her movements. Erza turned again, giving me a full view of her dressed in the skirt and undergarments, each piece of clothing emphasizing her figure in all the right ways.
Next, she picked up a white blouse, the material soft and slightly sheer. She slipped it on, buttoning it up slowly from the bottom to the top. The blouse fit snugly, the fabric stretching slightly over her breasts and tapering at the waist. The faint outline of her bra was visible through the material, adding an element of allure to her otherwise modest attire.
Erza then reached for her jacket, a tailored piece in a deep navy blue. She shrugged it on, the fabric fitting perfectly over her shoulders and accentuating her slender arms. The jacket added a touch of formality to her outfit, completing the look with a sense of authority and grace.
Satisfied with her appearance, Erza walked over to me, her movements fluid and deliberate. She reached down and picked me up, bringing me close to her stern face. Her eyes were sharp and focused as she examined my naked form. Her gaze traveled downward, and she noticed my erection. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of amusement and annoyance in her expression.
"You just can't help but be a pervert, can you?" Her voice boomed out, creating gusts of wind that stopped me from responding. The force of her words was a reminder of her immense power and presence, making me feel even smaller in her grasp.
She tilted her head slightly, her expression softening as she continued, "Well, I guess I better take care of this now so you don't hurt yourself doing something silly later." Her tone was both teasing and authoritative, a mix that left no room for argument.
Erza brought me closer to her mouth, her warm breath washing over me in gentle waves. She stuck out her tongue, the pink muscle glistening with moisture. With deliberate care, she licked my balls and erection at once, leaving a trail of saliva as she made her first pass. The sensation was overwhelming, the warmth and softness of her tongue creating an intense, almost electric feeling.
She repeated the motion again and again, each lick slow and deliberate. The pressure of her tongue against my sensitive skin was both soothing and stimulating, creating waves of pleasure that coursed through my body. I shuddered with each pass, the intensity of the sensation building with each stroke.
Her giant tongue licked me again and again, the repetitive motion creating a rhythm that was both hypnotic and arousing. I felt my body tensing, the pressure and heat building until I couldn't hold back any longer. With a shuddering gasp, I came onto her massive tongue, the release overwhelming and all-consuming.
Erza pulled me back slightly, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. She cleaned me off with a few more gentle licks before bringing me down to her chest. She placed me firmly in her cleavage, the soft, warm flesh of her breasts squeezing me gently. Only my head stuck out, the rest of my body enveloped in the plush warmth of her cleavage.
The sensation was both comforting and confining, the pressure of her breasts creating a snug, secure feeling. As Erza began to move, the gentle sway of her breasts created a subtle, rocking motion that was both soothing and stimulating. Her skin was warm and soft, the scent of lavender and citrus still lingering in the air around her.
As she walked out of the bedroom, her voice boomed out, "We have a long day and a lot of work, so I hope you're ready, toy." The force of her words created gentle gusts of wind that ruffled my hair and added to the sense of motion.
Each step she took caused her breasts to bounce and sway slightly, the motion creating a rhythmic, soothing movement that lulled me into a state of relaxed alertness. The warmth and pressure of her cleavage, combined with the gentle motion and the soothing sound of her voice, created an atmosphere that was both intimate and comforting.
Erza's movements were deliberate and purposeful as she walked out of her bedroom, each step a reminder of her strength and grace.
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