Page 61 of My Tiny Giant

“Do you really want to do this?” His hard expression eased a little.

“Badly.” I gave him a wide smile.

He stepped my way.

“Fine.” He took a wider stance. “But no teasing and no laughing.”

“Promise.”

With a hard, resolute expression, he ripped his loin cloth off. His erection sprang free.

I gasped, leaning back.

“Holy... Dammit, Agan! What the heck do you have to be shy about here?”

He glanced down at his impressive hard-on that now pointed nearly straight up at him.

“It’s not even the size of your smallest finger,” he scoffed.

“Oh, come on. If it were the size of my pinky, you wouldn’t be able to walk or even stand upright. Proportionally, it’s huge.”

He took another—longer—look at his crotch, as if trying to evaluate his organ from my point of view.

“Agan, I don’t think I would be able to do much with that thing had you not shrunk.” I tried to estimate how long and thick it must’ve been in his previous size and gave up—it would’ve been likely out of the range I could take, anyway. “It must’ve been gigantic before you shrank. Or do you think, maybe, it didn’t shrink as much as the rest of you?”

He gave me a suspicious look. “Well, now you are definitely teasing.”

“Sorry,” I released a soft giggle. “Just a little. May I touch you now?” I reached out with my finger.

He nodded silently, watching the tip of my finger connect with his body. I slowly stroked down his chest and along his wash-board abs.

The short, velvety fur that covered most of him turned even softer and finer on his lower belly. On his shaft, it felt as fine as pure silk. He sucked in a breath as I stroked along his length, all the way to the swollen tip.

“It feels...luxurious,” I breathed out, fascinated by the sensation.

Leaning closer, I reached out with my tongue. My nose bumped into his chest. With a strangled growl, he fell backwards on his ass.

“Oops!” I jerked back. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but I’m not getting up again.” He laughed, stretching flat on his back, with his arms folded under his head. “Do what you were going to do, my giant woman.”

“I’ll be more careful,” I promised.

Sticking my tongue out, I tentatively licked his hard-on.

He hissed, arching his back and lifting his hips into my caress. I withdrew a little, afraid to hurt him. The idea of causing him harm terrified me. As tough as Agan was, the physical size difference between us was enormous.

After licking the tips of my finger and my thumb, I carefully slid them along his hard length, then tenderly rolled it, making him groan.

“Is that how you like it?” I murmured, darting out my tongue to wet my lips.

He only moaned in reply, and I gently took his length in my mouth.

A roar vibrated deep inside his throat, resonating through his chest like a purr as I rolled his member between my lips. I placed my hand next to him, and he gripped my finger, pumping his hips up with growls while his climax rocked through him.

With a few last strokes of my tongue, I swallowed the salty drops of his release then let him slide out, causing another shudder to run through his body.

Leaning over him on my elbows, I watched as he opened his eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly.