A teenage boy in a medeval land is reading about forgotten magic, and stumbles upon a "Secret Grove" inhabited by a mysterious half-giant nine-foot tall girl.
Their first meeting is friendly and curious. He can't help but stare at the way her skimpy outfit shows off her every half-giant curve. She teases him a little for being so small and cute. Something cuts the first meeting short, but she encourages him to find her again. She stops herself at the last moment, and almost as an afterthought explains that if he tells anyone about the secret grove, he won't be able to find it again.
Back at home he can hardly hold his tongue. Especially when the other kids tease him about getting 'lost in the woods'.
The next day he visits again, first struggling to find the grove. when he finds it, at first she's not there.
Just as he gives up and turns, she calls out to him 'where are you going?'. He's startled, and she laughs, confessing that she was there the whole time.
He's resisted in disbelief, asserting he would have seen her giant form. She teases him that she can vanish into nature as she wishes, and disappears to demonstrate. He startles, and calls for her.
He hears her voice, uncertain where she is. "I'm only found when I want to be. It's quite a handy skill. Without it, our kind couldn't live in secret." -- He startles at a poke in his shoulder, turning to find her standing inches behind and towering over him.
He stammers, "then how did I..I find you?" -- "Because I let you, obviously." She crouched down, the view of her huge rack distracting him before he finally looked up at her face, held just above his. "What you really aught to be wondering is why." For the first time her huge hand reached over and touched him, first wrapping around his shoulder, then sliding down over his arm. "I'm bored, and I want someone to play with." Her hand dwarfed his as she grasped it, then lifted it high over his head in a curious gesture. "I cast a spell, wishing to be humored yet challenged, safe yet surprised," she paused as she shot him a sly smirk, "comforted yet titilated." She let go of his left hand, reached for his right, and similarly hoisted it above his head. "The magic seems to think you can deliver all these things. So what do you say, would you like to play? I promise I'll be gentle, mostly."
"Uhm, sure, I suppose so. What kind of games did you have in mind? I could bring some dice tommorow, or a set of nuttling cards." Her face made that sly smirk again, and she shifted her weight to sit on the ground, her knees tucked in, grasped by both arms. Even sitting down next to him standing, her eyes were slighly above his own. Still, it was more comfortable to be able to look directly across at her.
"Is that how you impress the girls in your village? Dice and nuttling cards? No, I had something entirely different in mind. However, before we can get to that, we should be more properly introduced. I'm Gwenfalinn Lunafair, though you can just call me Lynn."
"Ohh, of course! I'm Briar, and well, I guess you can call me Briar." He offered his hand out proudly. She didn't move to take it. "Among my people, this is a friendly greeting. Give me your hand." She awkwardly offered it, and he grasped a few of her large fingers, trying his best to draw her hand up and down with his own.
"That's rather curious yet pleasant." She tried to match the gesture, her thumb pressing his palm into hers. The shaking motion looked silly and dainty for her huge hand. Then she let go.
"Among my people, scents are very important. You don't really know a person until you know how they smell." She suddenly relaxed her posture, spreading her legs out wide before him. Briefly, his eyes drew down to her exposed thigh, the fabric strips of her skirt parting so close to her crotch it seemed scandalous. As his gaze rose back up, his eyes lingered on an opening in her tight fitting blouse. On a normal woman it would have drawn only modest attention, but on her oversize form it showed a glorious amount of cleavage. When he finally met her eyes, it was obvious she had watched him admire her. His cheeks immediately flushed red.
"You look at me like you've never seen a woman before. Which I suppose at your age perhaps you haven't. My word. Well, before you get your hopes up too much, come closer. If I don't like what I smell, that lingering look is all you're going to get." He looked down as he took a small step. They were already pretty close, and he wasn't sure how he was going to stand much closer to her.
"Well come on now, I don't bite." A hand fell on each of his hips, and slowly but firmly coaxed him closer. Instinctually, his hands braced against her shoulders, stopping him from falling. Her huge head leaned down, and she inhaled deeply near his chest. She held her breath briefly, before letting out a long drawn out sighing sound, "Ahhh, under a brief hint of dirt and farm grime, you smell very nice." Her head rose and her hands pulled him closer as her cheek settled against his face. As she inhaled again, she pulled him fully against her, his feet leaving the ground. "Mmmmm. Actually, you smell divine. After we clean you up, I'm going to want to keep you this close as long as I can. How do I smell to you?"
At that moment, he had no idea what she smelled like. He was practically holding his breath, thinking about how her giant-sized breasts felt smashed and flattened against his belly. He could feel them wrapping slightly around his torso, and wondered what it would be like to put his hands on them. When he finally let himself breathe, her scent surprised him, "Wow. You smell wonderful, like summertime citrus, with a bit of honey and a hint of something nutty. I didn't know people could smell like that!"
"Flattery, my little Briar, will get you everywhere. In fact, if that was your way of asking for a taste, I'm tempted to say yes. However," she set him down, breaking their embrace and putting on a playful sour face. "However, I fear I'd never get the stench of pig dung out." She brought one hand up, gently brushing her huge thumb across his cheek. "Before you visit me tommorow, bathe well."
The next day, he asked for soap, which his parents razzed him about, because he never used it. He took some fresh clothes, found a calm spot in the stream, and scrubbed himself like he never had before. When he was done, he put on the clean clothes, appreciating that he actually liked feeling clean and fresh. When he slipped back home to drop off his clothing, his sister razzed him for being all tidied up. Suggesting he must be meeting a girl, "who is it? Glenda? Filly?" He denies it's anything like that. He just wanted to be clean for a change. Then he darted out.
He skipped and ran to the secret grove, calling out Lynn's name as he arrived. He looked around bushes and trees, until finally he turned around and slammed directly into her leg and tummy. "Ohh, excuse me. I didn't mean to..." Before he could finish, she had his hands in hers, hoisting them above his head.
"Looks like you follow instructions well." She took a deep sniff near him. "Mmmm. And they say humans can't be trained." She let out a light snicker.
????
she puts him on her hip? sits before him?
? shares a soft gentle kiss, as he's distracted by her body crushing into him.
? she invites him to touch/kiss/taste her breast.
? she picks him up in a cradle, her breasts setting in his lap.
? she smells him deeply, rubbing him against her in the process.
? she notices his erection, fondles him, and talks out loud about what to do with it.
? after teasing him with her body, she spreads her legs and 'invites' him to eat her out.
? why does she cut it short? what next demand does she make?
tells him how to practice for eating her out
He spends the whole next day practicing, and being made fun of by his friends/sister. His sister finally catches on to what he's really doing, then puts the full court press on about which girl he's into, and how she must really be sucking him off for him to be practicing for her.
further embarassing conversaion with his sister
The next day he finds Lynn in the grove. She dives right into her tease. He sheepishly brings up what his sister said, that she should be pleasuring him first. She laughs, 'ohh, is that how it's supposed to be', 'well come here big man', she brings him close, fondling him with her breasts, teasing him about what she'll do to him, letting him rub himself against her. She gives him a little dab of her tongue, rubbing him against it. Then she stops him, asking if that's what he wants. Then she spreads her legs, "well then show me what you've learned. Do a good enough job, and I'll treat you in return."