Mountaineer

(gentle, breasts, cuddling, butt, body exploration, mouthplay)

Daniel was beginning to regret being such a skeptic. He thought it was pure nonsense that a race of giants could live at the northern margins of the continent, just a tall tale designed to keep explorers away, and he wanted to prove them wrong. He set off on his solo expedition from the furthest northern city he could find, and it took mere days for it to go awry. Everything around him grew: hills into mountains, breezes into gales; the snow climbed from his ankles to knees, then to his waist. His food supply, however, that continued to shrink. Perhaps giants were a myth, but the cold was very real.

The young man, more of a boy, huddled into his trench, a failed fire smoking at his knees. This damned journey had ruined him, eroded his health, littered his body with bruises and nicks. It was cold, so bitterly, bitterly cold. Daniel wouldn't last another day, and that day was drawing closer and closer. He passed into unconsciousness at the sound of crunching snow.

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Daniel's eyelids were heavy. There wasn't enough strength in his entire fatigued body to lift them. His other senses, however, worked fine. Warm water lapped at his chest, enfolding his body, smelling sweet, making the cold seem like a bad dream. "W-where... where..." his meagre voice began.

A deep, comforting hiss was the response, "Shhhhh. It's okay, everything is alright."

He had no reason to resist, and ebbed back into a deep sleep.

---

The young man never knew his head could be so heavy. His distant senses slowly flowed back into him, his fingers twitching, his tongue tasting his lips. For a moment the blurry white burning into his eyes pulled him back to the endless fields of snow, but a few blinks, and some more thought, made him realise it wasn't snow, but fabric.

"Oh? Little one, you're finally awake."

A rich voice, booming yet somehow gentle, snapped him awake. He attempted to shoot up, only to find his body surging with pain and heavier than lead.

"Hmph," it snorted, "You're in bad shape, just take it easy."

Where was it coming from? It was so loud... this room was so big, the ceiling was dizzyingly high. With a great deal of grunting and pain, Daniel craned his neck, looking down his body. A woman sat with her legs crossed, deceptively far away and absolutely gigantic. His brain went through mental whiplash, his situation clearing up. The fuzzy whiteness was the blankets of this gigantic bed, the booming voice was hers, the ceiling was... He definitely wished he had been less skeptical.

The woman seemed to notice how panicked he was, and switched her crossed legs. Her elegant face remained rather stiff, but her honeyed eyes smouldered behind her dark lashes. "Are you okay, little one?"

He was still struggling to wrap his mind around... her. A giant? Or rather a giantess... She must have saved him... But... why?

Flicking her golden hair back, she stood proudly and strode a few, booming, strides over. Each step made his stomach tighten, and a stutter roll out his mouth, "I... I... I..."

"'I didn't expect a giant to be so gorgeous!' right?" she smirked.

That was decidedly not what he was going to say, but now that the thoughts were implanted in his head, he did notice she was showing a remarkable amount of... "I... where... am I?" he squeaked out.

"My house, specifically my bedroom, specifically my bed."

"Your... h-house?"

"Yes, my house. A cosy *little* cabin nestled into these mountains. This country is *really* not meant for humans, it's been a very long time since I've seen any of you little things around. In any case, you're lucky I was out and noticed you."

Daniel felt dizzy. The shock that giants not only existed but were colossal buxom ladies had come quick, and was wearing off. He collapsed into himself, nestling back into the endless bed. Still sore, still tired, still with the remnants of cold hiding deep within his bones.

She smiled, her gigantic hand swooping down and carefully tugging on a hefty sheet to tuck him in. "You've had a big day, cutie, get some rest. I'm Lucia, by the way."

"D-Daniel..." he groaned, his head lilting into the pillow.

The giantess watched how quickly he fell asleep, no doubt crashing after a rush of adrenaline. He deserved the rest after all he'd been through. It had been a long, long time since any humans had shown up around here, she'd be sure to show this one her legendary hospitality. Lucia sighed to herself; a night on the couch it would be.

---

"Good morning~" Lucia sang out proudly, barging into her room with a steaming tray of breakfast. The tray was a bit too large for her lost little puppy to use, but she propped it up anyway, shadowing him under the deck.

Her sudden intrusion, a series of thundering booms and rumbles broken up by a rather sing-song call, snapped him awake. He went through a recollection of last night and had a pang of adrenaline course through him once more before settling into a panting gawk up at his saviour.

"Oh, sorry dear, I forget how loud I can be. But you slept plenty yesterday, and it's time for breakfast. Something nice and filling. I'm sure you're sick of living off those nasty rations."

Her slender, powerful fingers tore a bite from a muffin and handed it to him, nodding and smiling as a sort of encouragement.

Daniel finally calmed down, and although he wasn't in perfect... mental sorts, he took the fluffy boulder of breakfast with his strangely... bare... arms... Oh gods he was naked. The young man ducked down, making his already tiny body scarcer; his attempts at stealth were thwarted by his crimson red face against the white sheets.

"Hm? Are you alright dear?"

"I-I-I... I'm naked..."

Lucia began giggling to herself, leaving the morsel on his covered lap to take the whole muffin herself. "Of course you are, I'm not going to bathe you with your clothes on. You wouldn't *believe* how finicky it was to get your gloves off. Don't worry, little one, nothing I haven't seen before. And all your little fingers and toes are there, I checked." Seeing that his miscoloured face was slowly returning to normal, she sank her teeth into the tasty treat.

The human, still bristling with embarrassment, sat up once again, and picked at the mass of warm breakfast. His little nibbles soon turned to crumbly handfuls as he realised how positively famished he was. He collapsed with a full stomach, and sighed with content; Lucia gave him an appreciative smile, and continued at a much more reasonable pace. Now that he was calmed and fed, he soaked in more and more of the intimidating room, illuminated through a gigantic window lined with snow. Bedside tables and chests of drawers were as large as magnificent buildings. Gods... this room... everything looked so far away, so tall... especially this giant, who he had to pry his eyes from each time. Another bolt of embarrassment went through him: he hadn't even thanked her!

"Uhm... L-Lucia..." He prayed he got her name right.

"Yes, little one?"

"I... Well, thank you," he nodded. "You... you saved my life."

She finished up the final nibble of her muffin and grinned. "It's my pleasure, dear. I've been a little want for company lately, actually." The gigantic woman's eyes flicked to the window before turning back to him. "It appears the weather isn't going to clear up any time soon; the snow is piling on thick, even for me. It's best you stay here, with me."

"You'll let me stay?" he said in a tone that was very close to a beg.

"Of course. I couldn't let a poor little human go out in the cold."

He drew up a breath and nodded again. "Th-thank you," he stuttered. "If it's not too much trouble, c-could I have my clothes back? Please?"

Lucia stood from her seat and lifted the gigantic tray with ease. He had almost forgotten she was a giant, but standing like this, casting him in a shadow... He gulped. "No trouble at all. Let me clean them and get them all warm and fluffy for you. Get some rest, little one, you're not exactly in peak condition."

The giantess left, each step booming and sending shudders down his spine. Lucia was... big; her feminine, full-figured body cast a deep shadow. He supposed it was something he'd need to get used to. The fact that giants existed was still a little dizzying for him, let alone they could be so gorgeous as her. Smart too, he decided to take her advice and try to rest up, although the feeling of being tiny and at the centre of a colossal room was not exactly conducive to that.

---

Daniel stared at the ground, so very, very far away. After struggling into his clothes, which were indeed warm and fluffy thanks to her, he realised how sore he was. It had taken some bravery on his part, but he agreed to be carried into her living room to rest a bit more. Lucia carried him very, very tenderly; it was fortunate the young man fit so perfectly into her cupped palm - they felt richer than velvet, but he kept that tidbit to himself. She set him down on a squat table and left outside on her own business. After taking in the vast expanse of... living room, somehow even more disconcerting than the last, he limped over to the precipice and marvelled at how high up he was. Daniel had a newfound sympathy for the plight of mice.

"Do be careful dear," was the first thing she said upon her return, throwing a hefty coat onto a rack, "That is a very nasty fall for someone of your height." Lucia strut closer, her megalithic body swaying in an uncannily graceful way; it was still confusing to him just how divorced from his mental picture of a giant she was. "Need anything, little one?" Attentiveness included.

"Uh, no... still... just... amazed."

Her massive body slid onto her couch, her wide open arms made her seem both brashly confident and like she could hug him at any moment. "Heh, I guess it's a lot to take in. Imagine the first time I saw a human! Almost hugged that little guy to death." She snickered, but was clearly nostalgic.

"I... I... didn't even know giants were real... That's why I came up here... to prove giants were a myth."

Lucia's hearty laughter boomed throughout the room, giving him a terrible blush; she seemed very talented at that. "Sorry, sorry. I bet you've never been so glad to be wrong."

"Yeah..."

"I will say you are brave, and quite the little fighter. And, may I add, quite adorable."

"Thank you," he humbly accepted. Lucia was very nice. in less than a whole day she had proved to be an attentive hostess, the kind that made you feel guilty for being an imposition, but would assure you she didn't mind. Perhaps it was because of her size, likely because of her size, but she had a warm aura at her edges.

"Anyway, it looks like the weather situation is worse than I thought," she said. "I'll be preparing to haul up in here for a few days. Please be mindful around edges, okay little one?"

"Yes, of course."

"Good boy."

---

Although he was, or at least he hoped he was, long since over his juvenile fear of the dark, Daniel had to admit that nightfall was... not exactly comforting. Lucia had barricaded them inside, and even though the fire she stoked was the biggest he'd seen in his life, like an entire village aflame, its warmth and glow were still just a tiny drop in the impenetrable darkness of the room. The young man laid down on a soft rug as vast as a meadow, listening to the calamitous gale winds blow about outside this 'humble' little cabin, trying his absolute hardest to keep his composure against his natural instincts.

That was when Lucia returned, her clothes leaving shoulders exposed - bold in this weather. She casually strolled up to Daniel, identifying him from the short shadow he cast. Her footsteps briefly drowned out the whistling, but she staked a claim to her own plot of land on the rug and sprawled out on her side, with Daniel near her stomach.

Her impressive size dawned on him once again, and he took a moment to trace along her body now that she formed a range of hills to his side. Lucia was so close... For the most part she had blocked out all the foreboding darkness, her soft clothes and skin replacing them, glowing in the roaring fire. It was... comforting. It should be natural to be afraid of something so gigantic, so much more powerful than himself, but he wasn't.

The night was far from a quiet one. Between the crackling hearth and the whistling winds, he could barely hear his own thoughts. But even with all the background noise, Lucia's deep, rhythmic breaths served as a reminder that she was still there.

"I'm sure you don't get storms like this back home," Lucia opened suddenly after a prolonged, but not awkward, silence.

"Not even close," he chuckled.

"Heh. Perhaps it's greedy of me to say, but I'm glad you showed up when you did. If I'm going to be hauled up in here for who knows how long, it's good to have company." Lucia sprang a finger upon him, one he didn't see coming. She delicately rested it on his chest, patting back and forth incredibly gently.

Daniel jumped at the sudden attack. The slender digit was larger than his torso, but gentle enough to feel like a pawing cat. He calmed back down quickly, albeit a bit more skittish. "Your... your finger is so big..."

"Still getting used to the whole 'giant' thing, dear? I guess you didn't even believe in us yesterday morning."

"I... I guess so..." He decided to, himself, start patting, rubbing her finger with his tiny little hands. "I always thought giants would be more... uh..."

"Scary? Barbaric? Ugly? Cannibalistic?"

"S-sure..." he blushed.

"Maybe we are and you just got lucky with little old me?"

The thought of malevolent giants made his blood run cold; a thought that sent him running back into the comforting memory of Lucia. "Not all giants are... good?"

"Are all humans?"

Daniel went silent. It was difficult to tell the hour, but ever since the darkness and storming was insulated away by her imposing form, the whistling of the blizzard had ceased to be scary and was now more... calming, somehow; at the very least it made him grateful to be in this cosy cabin. He turned onto his side, facing her, and curled up a bit, making it clear he was trying to sleep. Lulled by the wind, the warmth, the softness of the ground, and the very welcome petting on his side, Daniel had no trouble falling asleep.

---

"And how is the little one today?"

Daniel awoke to the sound of her lovely voice in his ears, and her elegant face in his eyes; her heavy eyelashes bat at him coyly. No matter how welcome the wake-up call was, it was still a wake-up call, and he groaned the grogginess of the restful night away, only to reminded of his bruises while stretching.

"Ah, still a little beat up. Plenty of time to rest up today. The only problem should be keeping ourselves entertained... How about some breakfast?"

The young man sat up, his gaze wandering around the room. It was morning, apparently, but the thin rays of sun through the snow-encrusted windows were grey, miserable, and wholly unwelcoming. "If you make it, I'm sure I'll like it."

Lucia swooped him up, handling him with care, and a pat on the head. "Very good. Flattery will get you quite far."

---

Daniel rubbed his belly, stuffed with a surprisingly tasty lunch composed of a stew they would subsist on for a good while. Just as he was relaxing, the post-meal drowsiness setting in, Lucia sprung on him. "I'm bored, how about I read you a book?"

"Uhh... I... guess."

The giant woman smiled and stashed him wordlessly into her bosom; he fit in there so well, it was too convenient to not use.

Daniel struggled to find words, holding up his arms like he was wading through a mire.

"Oh hush, I need both my hands to read a book, silly."

He sunk down, tentatively letting his arms rest, turning beet red and smouldering silently.

Lucia wreathed herself in a blanket and took a book she had lying around. It was some storybook she had picked up long ago, which she began narrating. "Once upon a time..."

Daniel was understandably a little unfocused, or rather he focused on entirely the wrong thing... He wasn't catching much of her story, but he was reminded how exceptionally beautiful her voice was: deep and dulcet, very loud, felt deep within his bones, but in an entirely positive way. Gods, she was soft... and warm... it felt so nice, but he was far too shy to get any of... 'those' ideas, no matter how gorgeous he found her. He could feel her heart beat, which seemed so slow - perhaps she was relaxed, or perhaps there was an underlying anatomical difference. In either case, it was soothing, similar to how her voice tickled him to the core, and her cleavage was like a hug from every side, and the sky outside was dark and blustery... And before he knew it he was fast asleep.

It seemed the lady who put him there had become too engrossed in reading to even notice. She chewed through the entire tome and didn't catch his situation until she set it back down. If Lucia was the unforgiving type she might chide him for being rude, but instead just smiled and thought it was precious. She very carefully removed him from his human sleeping bag, being sure he was still asleep, and wrapped him in a handkerchief.

She didn't disturb him until it was dinner time, and the newly awakened boy was exceptionally blushy and apologetic. "It's alright dear," she said, and handed him some tiny morsel for dessert. "They're soft, aren't they?" she whispered.

Daniel blushed again. He was always a shy boy, and to some degree a shy man, if he was even a man, and something about a woman so gigantic and powerful teasing him made him stammer and fizzle. But there was scarcely anyone that had made him feel so... comfortable, so safe.

They spent the remainder of the evening talking, him still wrapped in a handkerchief and her still folded in a blanket. Nothing too intimate, although he found the need to almost yell over the wind. Lucia told him about giants, how there were whole villages, cities of them living to the north and beyond. By the end of the tale she caught him staring wistfully out the window, perhaps feeling a mite small in the grand scheme of things.

"I like humans though. Humans are cute," she said, almost to reassure him.

"Thank you?" It was a strange compliment, and he wasn't sure if he was authorised to accept it on behalf of his whole race.

"It really has been too long since I've seen any of you around here... It'd be... gods, going on twenty years."

"H-how old are you?"

Lucia smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know?" They had become so engrossed in their conversation they scarcely noticed how deep into the night they were. "Perhaps it's time for bed."

The giantess stoked the fire and ensured it would burn well into the night. Settling into the luscious rug with her blanket still held tight around her. "Here you go," she said, easing him onto her stomach.

"Thank you," he yawned, doubling over and cuddling up in his handkerchief. This was a kind of intimacy that he could tolerate without turning into a stammering wreck. Even when she gently draped her hand over him, making a tight little tunnel snugly moulded to his shape, he felt nothing but safe and sound.

---

"U-undress? Right here?" Daniel stammered. She had brought in a freshly prepared bucket of inviting water in, setting up an impromptu bathhouse in front of a roaring fireplace with only a tiny bowl.

"Either that or bathe in your clothes."

"Uhmm..." The young human desperately wanted a bath. It sounded like the perfect thing before bed after another whole day spent cooped up inside.

"Nothing I haven't seen before, little one. Remember?" The human seemed to be the modest sort, and firmly adamant about it. "Alright, alright, I won't peek," she sighed, covering her eyes.

Daniel hurried to undress. He slunk over to the edge of the little bowl that served as his bath and struggled to cross over the edge. Thankfully a finger helped him in, and he was forced to forgive her peeking with a terse 'thank you'.

"Ahhhh, I bet that feels lovely on your aching limbs, no?"

"It does," he said, his voice sounding like it was melting. The steamy air smelled delicious, probably from exotic giant berry bigger than his whole head.

An uninvited digit found its way into the steaming little bowl, precariously pinching his upper arm. He tensed; she was quite delicate, yes, but not a miracle worker.

"Relax~" she cooed, an almost hypnotic suggestion with a siren-song voice. "Let me help you wash up."

He took a deep breath, but lifted up his arm so she could better scrub him down. A bath like this probably saved his life only a few nights ago, and he couldn't help but be reminded that this woman, while a terrible flirt, was owed a great debt by him. Lucia's powerful fingers almost bragged about how subtle they could be, leaving not so much as a mark on him as they scrubbed his skin clean, giving him an inadvertent massage in the process. Due to his minute size it didn't take long to cover his whole body, even around his more 'sensitive' regions. "Just soak up the water now, dear. Relax."

Daniel listened to her advice, tilting his head back, absorbing the sultry fumes, and listening to the still ongoing storm; he regarded the outside smugly, almost gloating that he was inside. He turned his head to make some comment to his giant caretaker, only to see her top unfastened and slipping ever further down her exposed shoulders. He slung his head around and prayed she didn't notice.

"Don't be shy! I don't have the same 'hang-ups' about nudity as you, little one. You're not the only one that needs a bath."

The young man kept himself low and trained straight ahead, ignoring a giant woman disrobing directly behind him... He heard the tons of fabric that composed her clothes hit the ground, and saw her feminine hand reach into the bucket and retrieve a cloth. Barely perceptible over the ambient crackles and whistles was the soft 'schlip, schlip' of the cloth dabbing along her skin. She had to be tempting him, to push him as far as she could. It made no sense; she was a giant! She was gigantic! What interest would she have in a 'little human' like him? It was best to just not pay attention to her.

Lucia happily continued to drench herself, continually rewetting and indulging with the steaming rag again and again. Daniel swore she was getting... closer; a foot, attached to a dripping, shining calf, hung in the air above him, lifted up to give her better access to...

She was really making this hard.

"Daniel," she purred into his ear, close enough for her sweet breath to blow the heady fumes from his bath.

"Y-yes?" he stammered, his voice squeaky, weak, lacking any sense of confidence.

"Are you feeling better?"

He needed to collect his thoughts. Actually, he did feel fairly limber... "Definitely..."

"Great! Perhaps then, you would care for a massage?"

"A... massage?"

"Sure! I've proved that I'm gentle, right? I could do it. Just set you down on your belly, and slowly... rub into you."

Daniel was almost forgetting how to breathe. "Lucia... are... are you trying to seduce me?"

She chuckled briefly, a hearty one, one that he felt. "Took you long enough. I've made it no secret that I'm a lonely lady, and, well, you're so adorable it's definitely tickled my fancy. But I didn't want to scare you away... How about it? Want to alleviate some boredom on this oppressively wintery night?"

The young man was so tempted, so very tempted indeed. There were many thing he should logically weigh up before making such a rash decision, but running on impulse he said, "As long as it's with you, Lucia." Before he knew it she had already rotated the little bath so he was facing her.

Lucia was gigantic. He felt the need to absorb her gargantuan presence, to gasp at the sheer surface area of warm, healthy skin. The giantess was a slick, dripping, sultry steaming mountain of womanly curves that encompassed almost his whole visual field. Little drops slithered around her form, leaving trails on her body that he would get lost exploring for hours. Thick, voluptuous thighs; hips as wide as a river's mouth; weighty breasts that looked softer than pillows; dark, smouldering eyes that pierced him with an intent stare of absolute desire. Lucia wet her plump lips with a swift tongue-tip and in her most ravishing voice said, "Good boy."

She plucked him from the shallow bath like he was the last morsel of fruit in a bowl and flicked her heavy, damp hair over her ear to better see him in all his naked glory. He looked shocked, too shocked to blush, or stammer, or even be afraid; it seemed she had totally overwhelmed him, and the thought was a bit of an ego-boost.

"Are you alright, dear? You look a little... shocked?"

"Uhh... a little..." he conceded, running his fingers through his wet mop of hair. Lucia was gorgeous, he felt nailed to her palm lest he make a small trip up.

"Don't worry, little one, I'll take care of you." Her finger enticingly stroked along his very vulnerable form, pale and limber, barely a bruise remaining. "You are so dashing. Such a nice body. I'm sure you're popular with the human girls."

Daniel managed to regain some composure and begin to grimace, burning up, averting his gaze. "Uhm... not too much."

"Oh? First time?"

He nodded, scratching his neck.

"That explains a lot," she snickered. "It's fine. Actually, it's pretty cute. Besides..." she reached down with her opposite hand and groped a slippery breast, "Human girls don't have these."

No, they didn't, and they had him mesmerised. So large and intimidating, he couldn't even begin to imagine how much they would weigh.

Taking his eyes boring into her chest as an invitation, she let her body roll back and popped him between her still steaming mammaries, which only overwhelmed him more.

Daniel took a few seconds to look around this new... landscape. The omnipresent vapour that flowed from her steamy skin was like an evening mist, low clouds hanging low at the base of the mountains; hopefully these mountains would prove a little less treacherous.

The way he seemed to marvel at her, staring at the far distance of her crowning nipples, made her feel absolutely gigantic; he looked so small compared to her, dwarfed in all dimensions; a tiny little creature to keep safe and tucked away. Humans were so adorable. Lucia simply couldn't resist pressing her breasts together, catching him, swallowing his naked body up amid countless tons of flesh. "How's this?"

Daniel could only respond in muffled moans of pleasure. How could there be this much skin in the whole world? Every which way was soft, buttery, lovely, steamy, meat. It stimulated all of him, especially his engorged crotch. Almost too much to take, he gave himself to her totally, to the way her heart was finally pumping away, to the way her breathing was still slow and devilishly deliberate. Perhaps his still human body and virginal mind was not prepared for the sheer quantity of woman?

"Oops," she said in a sweetly feigned innocence. Her deceptively powerful hands let her hemispherical breasts fall to the side, her darling partner allowed to take a fresh breath. "I missed a spot."

Saturated cloth heaped all around him, surrounding him like he was a precious treasure wrapped up. Lucia took great pleasure in slowly dragging the cloth along every inch of her body, especially the more private spots. In and around her arms and chest, down to her stomach, her inner thighs, and of course all over her silky back and plump, juicy rear.

Her body she exuded a seductive air. He relished in the delicious moments where she'd push against the fat, the muscle, the sweet-smelling skin, smothering him and forcing him to think of nothing but her. The human would cling on, hug her, only to be directed to an equally tantalising mass of slippery, steamy, skin. He was drowning in her, and he never wanted it to end.

He was not alone. The giantess soaked the little thing up, coating her whole body like he was a bar of soap that would run down. What a surprise he could have this much energy; he was a young man after all, hot-blooded, firm... Especially 'firm' was a certain something she noticed beating against her. Out of the cloth, into her waiting palm. The only warning she gave was a quick pop of her lips, and into her humid mouth he went. Lucia savoured her treat, running her tongue around his tight body and pulling him out painfully slowly; he was the most delicious little candy in the world.

"Hnn~" he moaned, heaving his chest against her tongue and reaching climax. His head swam, his muscles tensed, he rode the wave of pleasure.

Lucia was thorough, giving him a few more passes through her lips to make sure he was all cleaned up. That wasn't enough, she needed to taste him more; she licked him like the crease of an envelope and mailed him off to the space between her thighs.

Daniel caught his breath and collected his thoughts. Firm ground was strange, not spongy or giving in the slightest. He looked up, seeing her body in its entire mountainous glory once again. "C'mon 'mountaineer'," she dared, legs beginning to open up. "Show me you really are brave."

Her legs were spread so wide a ship could sail between them. 'Show me you really are brave' was phrased almost like a challenge, an imposing one. Lucia's voice was firm, and her eyes, so... tempting. He moved obedient, in the shadow of thighs so thick and meaty he couldn't believe they stood on their own. Not sure what he was really doing, he pushed forward, into her slick womanhood.

Tossing her head back, Lucia was giddy at the thought. He seemed lost, mindlessly groping at her vulva without an inkling of experience, but it had been so long she couldn't help but love it; it was quite adorable too. 'It's his first time, be gentle' repeated in her head, making sure she didn't go overboard and crush him between her thighs. "I'll... help you out," she panted. She used a slender finger to press him brace against her at the hips, perhaps sneakily feeling his behind in the process. "Good boy. Very good. Don't stop."

Daniel was trying his best, he pressed where her fingers guided him, moved as they did. This was for her, as recompense for everything she'd done. Her powerful but cautious fingers directed him right above her opening, and he took a little nibble. By the way her knees bowed inward, she enjoyed it.

"OH! Good!" she moaned. She pressed him tighter, just a little, slowed by her desire to keep him safe.

He followed her moans, the rumbles, trying to find that sweet spot that would get her off. And with so much space to cover, it was hard. He put trust in her fingers though, and as her rocking and moaning became ever more intense, an avalanche on the mountainside, he felt close to a climax, and, gently, sunk his teeth into whatever was in front of him.

"HNNNNN~" she rumbled, clenching her digits and bucking her knees. Poor thing! He was probably terrified! But it felt too good. She rode her own wave of pleasure, cautious to not thoughtlessly crush him.

When they finished, it was almost like a there was a bubble around them that popped, reminding them they were inside a solitary cabin, lost in a great storm, in the deepest section of the night. They cleaned up, again, but forwent their clothes, choosing instead to snuggle up naked before the fire, except for a blanket. The sultry, seductive side of the giantess was gone, and now exuded pure comfort on this otherwise lonely night. Lucia laid a few well-intentioned kisses on Daniel's head. "Good job, you brave little thing."

"You weren't too bad yourself."

They were both too tired to continue their back-and-forth, and opted to melt into one another and sleep.

---

For the first morning in some time they were awoken by a warm, natural light shining through the windows. After some stretching, checking to make sure Daniel was alive, and breakfast, Lucia threw on something warm and inserted him inside for safe keeping.

The human gripped tightly to the ruffles of the fur coat lining her collar. He needed to hold fast while her gigantic body was practically bashing down the door. After a hearty push it swung open, and she confidently stood in the door frame and gazed across the almost blinding sheet of snow under a clear sky. In unison they breathed deep, remembering the delicious taste of brisk mountain air. "Wonderful," she mused.

"Indeed."

"Buuuttt..." Lucia began pensively. "It may look nice, but you can never really tell when the weather is going to change. Perhaps we should play it safe and keep you around for a while longer?"

Daniel looked up at her soft, coyly smiling face from his vantage point deep within her toasty coat. "I can agree to that," he said equally coyly. "I guess I've used up all my courage."

A big soft finger pet his head, and worked him gently from the her collar and into her cleavage. "Good boy."

And they went back inside, the door closing on their heels.