Pillars of Ecstasy: A Matter of Size
Added 2018-08-26 20:49:33 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: I'm kinda drawing a blank as to specific notes to give on this.
It was nice to do something a little more intimate, though, and obviously very cool to do something in one of my favorite settings. There'll be a lot of tidbits to catch if you're familiar with the Pillars of Eternity games, but I like to think that there's plenty to enjoy even if you don't.
Even though I posted them before, a couple pictures!
The Watcher (remaining nameless through this story)
Maia Rua (and her in-game model)
[story] [futa/futa] [romance/cuddling/kissing] [size difference] [frot/bulli] [blowjob/chestjob] [hotdogging] [anal] [big insertion/belly bulge]
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The sweet salt air of the Deadfire fills my nostrils as I gaze out across the glittering ocean. The spyglass was a more worthwhile investment than I’d anticipated, and as the months pass it starts to feel like I’m getting better and better at this captain thing. Ditching my old sloop for a galleon has slowed progress from island to island, but only slightly, and the greater firepower gives us a hell of a leg up against the enemy ships that can’t seem to help but pick a fight.
Even with the Principi now more or less on my side, raiders from the archipelago’s other bloodthirsty factions continue to harangue my progress. Or... they used to. Not a lot of them left, now. They keep making the mistake of trying to board us, and I keep letting them. Less damage to the ship, less damage to the crew, and the arrogant bastards always learn their lesson just a few minutes too late when they try to engage in open combat against the Watcher of Caed fucking Nua. My skills may have taken a bit of a hit after Eothas woke up and decided to tear my soul apart, but I learn real quick. With a pistol in my hand (two, preferably), neither kith nor false god can stop me from being the most dangerous orlan on Eora.
I just hope wit and bullets are enough to stop Eothas before he does whatever it is he’s trying to do.
I snap the spyglass shut, breathing in deeply. No ships in sight, nor islands. It’ll be open sea for a number of days yet. Part of me considers telling Worthless Idiot to start steering us West, rather than North, hit port a little sooner -- but the sound of loud, bawdy shanties rising up from belowdeck remind me that I’ve stocked the Devourer with enough rum and Huana stew to keep the crew happy for a few weeks, if need be. Maybe it’d be better if I--
My fingers starts moving to my hip -- and the full-sized hand-cannon resting on it -- before I realize that the hand that just laid on my shoulder is a presence both familiar and comforting. “Something on your mind, cap?” comes her soft, husky voice from above me. “Or am I getting into a quick-draw I didn’t know about? You know pistols versus rifles is cheating.”
Exhaling and relaxing, I reach up to lay my hand across the one on my shoulder, caressing it gently. That smooth, mottled skin, like splashes of wine across gold silk, belongs to Maia Rua. When I first met the aumaua sniper, she was little more than the icy sister of a closer companion -- Kana Rua, a young scholar that I parted ways with in the Dyrwood.
Since traveling with Maia, though, the... connection, between the two of us has gotten more intense. While we don’t share all the same goals, stopping Eothas has brought us together, along with our love of firearms, travel, and dry humor. Would be a perfect match if she wasn’t twice my size.
“Hey, Maia,” I lean my cheek down against her hand.
“Heya, cutie,” she smiles back, drawing me in against her a little, my head laying against her lower stomach. Maia may be lean for an aumaua, but she’s still over seven feet tall. Compared to my diminutive orlan frame, she may as well be that adra titan stomping through the ocean as we speak. “Sun’s starting to set.”
“Oh yeah?” I lean back into her, my clear blue eyes tilting up to the horizon, tucking the spyglass into my belt. The warm, hazy orange orb descending along the ocean sky begins to melt into the water, gushing its rays of comforting light across the waves of the Deadfire. A sight I never grow tired of seeing. Beneath the two of us, I can hear the crew’s songs of merriment swell.
“Y’know cap’n...” Maia lowers her already-husky voice an octave, her free hand trailing down through my dark blue hair. “We have a lot of time to kill. So unless you want to listen to Xoti and the bird-lady arguing, maybe we could...” she trails off, waiting for me to pick up the end of her suggestion.
Instead of replying right away, I turn around to face her, standing up onto my tip-toes to gently nuzzle the underside of her breast before looking up at her angular, exotically beautiful face, deep purple markings splashed across her smooth yellow skin. My face breaks into a grin when I see a strand of silky black hair fallen loose from Maia’s normally severe hairstyle, too high up for me to easily reach and tuck back into place. “Maia, are you trying to seduce your commanding officer?”
“I don’t know,” she replies drily, a wry little grin touching her own lips. “Are you going to send me to the brig? Or... find a different way to punish me?”
“Well, there’s always the plank...” I smile up at her. “Or death by kissing. But since I can’t reach you way up there, it’ll have to be the forme--” I’m cut off as Maia’s long arms wrap around my waist, lifting me up and bringing the two of us eye-to-eye, my legs quickly wrapping around her waist as the setting sun’s moody light splashes across the two of us. I look into her eyes for a long moment, then lean in, pressing my nose to hers before letting our lips meet.
“Mmmn...” Maia sighs contentedly against my mouth, easily holding my small frame aloft as our lips glide along one another, a tender contest of suckling bites and gropes. My eyes drift shut, arms draping around her neck in a cross pattern.
“Hahh... mnn, no,” I break our kiss, leaning away slightly, “this is gonna take too long, definitely the plank.”
Maia smirks, and I giggle evilly as she swings me around, sitting me down onto one slender hip like an oversized aumaua child as she starts heading towards my cabin at the far end of the Devourer. “I guess it’s mutiny, then, cap’n. Sorry it had to come to this.”
“Oh no! I hope you’ll leave me a pistol when you maroon me~~”
“Just the one in your pants, cutie.”
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Of course, when you were fully-outfitted sailors with a penchant for exploring dangerous islands, the act of undressing could be enough to slow the roll of a passionate mood. While Maia struggles to get out of her padded suit and the garments beneath it, I undo my belt and start stripping off the reinforced leather jacket -- light and flexible enough to keep me quick, while providing a little bit of protection. I rely more on mobility, anyway.
“Hey, I never asked,” Maia muses from behind me, and I glance back over my shoulder as I start slipping the jacket down off of my shoulders. “Your people -- erm, sorry if that comes off racist at all -- orlans are hairy, right? Like Serafen?”
“There’s a spectrum of hairiness,” I chuckle. “Serafen’s wild, for one. And a guy. Hearth orlans like me don’t have as much; just peach fuzz mostly, some more in different spots. Not much worse than humans or dwarves. I started shaving before I came to the Dyrwood.” I slip the jacket off and toss it aside, busying myself with boots and trousers now.
“Ahh, not as much of a mystery as I thought then,” she purrs, and I glance back to her. She’s beaten me in the race to undress, and I find myself suddenly speeding up my own efforts as I get a good look at her -- her sleek swimmer’s figure, patterned skin, firm breasts. Those long legs framing her impressive girlcock. That confident grin, her jet-black hair unspooled from its bun now, hanging loose around her slender shoulders. She’s so beautiful. I’ll never know what she sees in me. “You need a hand with those, cutie?”
The last buckle clicks open and I leap out of my leather pants, tossing those aside as well. “Nope,” I coo, crawling up onto the edge of the large bed dominating the captain’s quarters of the Devourer, making enough of a show of it as I’m patient enough for. Giving Maia a chance to admire my pint-sized curves, and short, sleek limbs, more ‘nimble’ than graceful, the way she is. Still, I hear an approving groan come from the aumaua beauty as I scamper to the far side of the bed and turn, laying back and spreading my legs just enough to let her see everything that’s hers -- small, pale breasts; lean legs; my own stiffening orlan girldick; and the snug little entrance resting just below it. To be clear, while Maia and I have been intimate before, there have been a few... thresholds that we’ve been afraid to cross, given the difference in our size. But personally, I don’t think I can wait much longer.
I reach out to throw my arms around the aumaua’s shoulders and neck as she crawls onto the bed, straddling me and immediately seizing my lips with hers once again. I hear myself gasp softly into her mouth as my tongue extends, flicking along hers and then twirling around it before our lips meet once more. “Mnnn...” I coo contently, stealing kiss after kiss, Maia’s firm breasts squishing into mine as our bodies meet.
“Ooh, someone needed this,” Maia purrs, kissing me again, then once more before tilting her body upwards a little, her mottled golden breasts pressing up against my face, playfully threatening to smother me with her cleavage. At the same time, however, I feel a shudder race through me when the sniper’s impressive girlcock tilts up and slides its way up against my most delicate places -- its tip gliding along my exposed ass, along my taint, then my tightening balls before rubbing lightly against my own dick. The difference in size between us ‘down there’ is about the same as on foot, with Maia’s glistening Pillar of Eternity standing at easily twice the length of my own pale, rigid rod.
“I always need you, Maia,” I whisper back, arching my back to lean up and kiss along the insides of her boobs, then one nipple, taking the beaded violet nub between my lips and giving it a firm, wet kiss, nibbling at the edge with tiny teeth. “And I... think....”
“What is it, cutie?” she says, biting her lower lip as I tease her nipple, her hips gyrating forward into me to press and grind her hard, thick shaft against my smaller one, pushing it from side to side, taking a moment to exert her greater size over me. “Something on your mind? You want something special?” She tilts down again, stealing my breath and words alike with another long kiss, turning my trailed musings into a soft moan of delight.
“I just... mnn...” I pause to chomp down on her lower lip, nibbling it lovingly as my fingers caress up and down, from Maia’s shoulders to the sides of her breasts. “I’m ready for you... in me, I mean.”
The aumaua blinks, kissing me again, more pensively now. “Are you sure? We can keep doing it how we’ve been doing it. Just tongue and fingers, yeah? You don’t need to--”
“I know I don’t,” I interrupt her, pressing my own hips up to rub my dick against her huge one, her shark-like skin already shimmering with precum from one or both of us. “I want to. I... want to really bad.”
Another kiss, and she nods. “Well then, cap, I’m gonna need to be nice and wet.” Her grin widens as she pulls up and off of me, sitting back down on the other side of the bed, legs spread. I can’t help but gulp as I stare at her cock with a renewed sense of anticipation and slight dread -- the way it lays against her stomach, pulsing with desire, reaching past her navel with its incredible size. To imagine that thing in my ass... I can already feel my heart racing, but whether from fear or excitement I’m not yet sure. “I’ll let you be the judge of how to best go about that.”
“Oh, I think I have a few ideas... and I know what you like,” I grin as I get back up and onto my hands and knees, crawling over to her and dragging my tongue along the entire length of her shaft, kissing the tip lightly before starting to glide back down. Her moan of pleasure is music to my ears, spurring me on as I take another long lick, then another, pulling up closer into her lap. One more trip up leaves the whole thing glistening with a thin layer of saliva, throbbing against my tongue, and I open my mouth to wrap my lips completely arounds Maia’s thick tip -- pinning the base of her cock to her own stomach with my chest, squeezing my tiny boobs around her glistening shaft.
“Awhh, yeah... s-shit...” Maia grits her teeth together, eyes drifting shut. One hand remains propped beneath her to hold her up, while the other now reaches down to tangle in my dark blue hair, taking a fistful of it and holding me in place against her cock, my tongue spiraling around the crown of it in a lustful cyclone of wetness and pleasure. “Yeahyeahyeah...!”
I try to grin up at her, but with my mouth completely full its basically impossible. Still, I’m accomplishing what I wanted -- as I suck and lap at the tip of Maia’s huge girldick, my drool starts to trickle down her length, only to be spread across the expanse of her throbbing yellow shaft by my chest. I keep grinding my boobs up along her in rhythm with the bobbing and lapping of my head; they may not be big enough to wrap around Maia’s cock completely, but they add some extra cushion and provide a cozy valley to glide the slippery mixture of saliva and precum back and forth along her womanhood.
“Mmnphhmnn...?” I murmur up at her around a mouthful of cock, looking up past her breasts to her face, screwed up in pleasure with eyes closed and lip bitten hard. She tastes so sweet as the pulsing golden bulb at the end of her shaft prods against my throat again and again, threatening to make me gag. Part of me wants to just stay here, just keep pleasuring this gorgeous assassin... but part of me’s greedy. Part of me’s been waiting to have her inside me for far too long.
With a moan and gasp, I finally pull up, sucking in fresh air as I draw away from Maia, my tits glistening with the same blend of fluids now completely coating the aumaua beauty’s enormous cock. “Is that... wet enough... for you...?” I pant, allowing myself a small smirk.
“Well remember, cutie,” Maia croons softly, her breathing a little heavy too as she sits up all the way. “You’re the one we’re getting it wet for.”
“Then it’s wet enough,” I lunge back against her, kissing her hard and sharing the taste and scent of her own cock. Wael take me, I need her inside me. For real. I want to squeeze around her. I want it to make me cum. “Fuck me, Maia.”
I climb into her arms, and we embrace again, my heart pounding against hers. I’m not even sure what I want to do next -- probably the first time the Herald of Berath has ever said something like that. I just want to drown myself in her, and... and--
A little squeak slips from me as Maia’s hands slide down to my waist, lifting me up just enough to turn me around. Unexpected, she lays down on the bed on her side, keeping me in her lap and facing away from her, two spoons interlocked in a single drawer. I reach back to cling to her hand, our fingers interlocking as I push back against her a little, legs intertwining with hers. “Like this...?”
“For now. Just relax, cutie. Don’t think.” the aumaua’s words are warm and sweet in my ears, her legs entangling with mine as her other hand caresses up and down along my body, teasing against my slick, small breasts, down my flat stomach, teasing her nails down the length of my achingly hard cock. Behind me I can feel her own swollen serpent rubbing against my backside, sawing back and forth between my round, perky cheeks to spread some of the wetness we cultivated together.
“Maia~” I whisper, tilting my head back enough to find her lips again, stealing a long, slow, hungry kiss, tasting the heat and the anticipation on her breath as her cock strokes back and forth along my butt, the crown of it now finally teasing against my undersized hole, prodding it again and again, pushing without yet entering. Now, I should be clear -- this hole is no stranger to things going inside of it. I typically prefer to be on the bottom, and remember even fooling around with that psycho Grieving Mother once she got a bit better adjusted. But human dick, elven dick, orlan dick... it was a world of difference compared to the idea of taking an aumaua inside me.
“Shhhhhh, relax...” she whispers against my lips before suckling on one, then nibbling it tenderly, drawing a little moan from me as her hand traces the outlines of my nipple. My breath catches in my throat, and then I exhale. Relax. I’m trying, but I’m so excited.
Finally, I feel my body loosen, surrendering to Maia’s tender hold around me. Then I feel her push again, that monstrous golden thing forcing its way into me and sinking in shallowly, drawing a squeal of pained delight from me and a lower, huskier breath of ecstasy from Maia.
“Oo-ohhH fUCk--!” I yelp, biting down hard on my lower lip and squinting my eyes shut as I try to acclimate to the sensation of Maia’s enormous dick inside my ass. It’s so much bigger than anything I’ve ever taken before, filling me up so much and making me feel so... so good. It feels like she shoved the entire thing in already. Is that even possible? “H-how... sssst... how deep are you...?”
“Umm,” Maia hesitates, glancing down between us, then giving me a comforting kiss on the side of my jaw. “That’s just barely the tip, cap.”
“Wael help me,” I swallow hard, sucking in deep, controlled breaths, trying to keep my head clear. Still, even now that she’s inside me, Maia doesn’t stop teasing me, comforting me -- one arm winds fully around my middle, hugging me tight against her, wrapped in the embrace of her cool, smooth skin. Her other hand trails back down my body, long enough to access the entirety of me without moving around. She caresses down between my breasts, down my cock and tightened balls, along my taint, then stroking along the entry point where the end of her cock is stuffed into my tight ass. Even with just the tip, I can feel it throbbing inside of me. It’s everything I could have hoped for.
“I’ve got you,” she whispers, kissing along my cheek and neck again, finally taking her first real thrust into me, sliding out just enough to push back in, slightly deeper. “Hey, cap? Look at me, hey?”
I swallow hard, tilting back around and craning my neck back to gaze into her crystalline blue eyes, panting softly.
“I love you,” she says softly, placing another kiss on my lips, just tender and sweet enough to distract me from the second thrust up into my ass, which still has yet to really adjust.
“I... l-love you, too, Ma-aia...!” I gasp, crossing both arms around her neck and shoulders again and kissing her, holding to her, clinging to the other woman for dear life as she starts to slowly fuck me, spikes of delight coursing up through my butt until a warm core of pleasure starts to build in my lower abdomen, my cock still throbbing wildly, bobbing in place as its neglected in favor of satisfying my ass.
The slow pace of her thrusting into me finally starts to reach a more comfortable clip, sinking a little deeper into my resistant backside with each pump. I shudder with each thrust at first, but now the discomfort’s starting to subside as she fills every part of me, and there’s only moaning and kissing and bliss, my hands pawing aimlessly at her chest and shoulders before I finally bury my face completely in her boobs, just holding on as I take her cock. “Hahh... haaammmmfffpphhhaaahAAaahHHH...!” I scream out, warm and safe in her arms as she cradles and drills me, the thwapping sounds of her hips reaching my butt telling me that she’s finally as deep as she can go.
“Oh fuck... you’re s-so fucking... ppphhnn...” Maia growls hotly behind me, and I look up to her for a moment, seeing her gorgeous body glistening with sweat. She’s working so hard, and doing such a -- wheew -- amazing job.
“H-hold on,” I coo up to her, kissing her again and waiting for her to slow down. Panting softly, I gradually turn myself around, laying her flat down on her back and sinking my butt back down into her lap, her cock sinking so deeply that I can see a warm, pulsating bump against my stomach, which is definitely a first for me. Pinning her into place, I take a moment to admire the look of almost intoxicated joy on her face, her dark hair spilling behind her in straight, fine waves, her breasts bouncing just a little each time I drop my light weight back down into her lap. “I want to finish you.”
It’s only a few moments before I find the same rhythm we had before, the same pace, only this time I’m taking her into me, riding on top of that gigantic yellow girlcock as hard and as fast as I can, my own smaller shaft bouncing in lazy circles with each downward smash of my round little orlan butt. I don’t think I can take much more, though -- the faster and deeper we go, the harder I can feel Maia’s rod sawing against the pleasure-button inside of me. While a nice cock or toy might be able to reach it easily enough, I don’t think Maia’s has ever left contact with it, grinding into my prostate with every single thrust. “Maia... M-Maia... ffffuckf-fuckinnnnneEEeeEEEe--!”
My eyes go wide, and I see hers go wide as well, her mouth opening into a silent gasp as she’s overwhelmed by ecstasy. We start cumming at the same time, I think -- though through the screaming and sweat and gasping for breath, it’s hard to tell when everything started and stopped. All I know is that when all the spasming and shrieking slowed down, Maia’s face and chest were covered completely in orlan spunk, and I could feel her own warm, thick seed burbling inside of me, leaking down her dick to seep out from the rosy ring of my abused anus.
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A few moments later found the two of us sitting up -- Maia at the head of the bed, and me in her lap, her cock still entrenched inside of me. I gently massage my own stomach, feeling her inside me, my asshole gradually tightening and loosening as it tries to find a way to cope with the massive thing occupying it. “That was...” the sniper whispers.
“Perfect,” I coo back, finishing the thought for her, then tilting to kiss and nibble at her neck and jaw. “Hey, you don’t have any whiteleaf, do you?”
“That’s contraband, you know,” she looks down at me, then grins. “I might have a little.”
I nuzzle into her, pausing for a moment. “We can do this, right? We can stop Eothas?”
“If anyone can, cap’n,” she says, clinging to my smaller frame and burying her face in my hair from behind. “I’d say it’s you.”