Chamomile

Chapter 2: Worry

Your heart sank to the depths of hell when you woke up in an empty bed. Was it a dream that was too good to be true? No, God wouldn't punish you like that. Your heartbeat turns rapid as you sit up and frantically look around the room. Your world comes back together when the black blazer hanging on the bottom bed rail catches your eye. phew

Wait, why did you have such a bad reaction just now? You can't be this down bad already, you just met the woman!

Taking deep breaths to calm down, your instincts tell you to grab the blazer and inhale her scent. Inhaling the delicious musk sends chills throughout your entire body.

You hold the blazer tight. The second and last thing that caught your eye was a folded, white piece of paper addressed to you that sat beside a blueberry muffin.

(Y/n),

Unfortunately, I have some important things to attend to. I promise to meet you later, okay? I haven't forgotten about you.

Love, Yelena

P.S. Eat before you start your day, it'll help you a bunch.

The biggest wave of relief washes over your body as you plop back down.

You hold the note above your face, "Love... she said love. Love... And she fed me. Why is she worried about me?"

No way, she was just being polite. You lay the note aside and hold the blazer tight, taking another whiff. The aroma sent you in a trace. You imagine laying in her embrace, your head on her shoulder, nuzzling deep in her soft neck. Her long arms are perfect for squeezing you tight.

Then, your desire for her ran deeper. Images flash through your head; her showing midriff, your hands resting on her jaw as you indulge in those lips. The shame left your body as your hand flew down your panties, you were already soaked. You lie back, one hand pressing the musky blazer against your face while the other one fumbles with your aching parts.

Those long fingers she held your hands with are perfect for blasting your insides as you sit in her lap. One hand wrapped tight around your throat, keeping you in line as the other did the dirty work.

"Oh, Yelena..."

The image that flashed during your climax was that of the giantess smothering your face with her bottom. If her blazer smelt this good, there was no telling what other musk she bore.

The sweet high lasted a good thirty seconds, wishing your insides were filled with her fingers instead of yours.

It took a few minutes to come back down.

"Oh, what's gotten into me?"

Realizing that you couldn't just lay there all day, you remove the blazer from your face as the cool air hits your skin. All of that exercise made you hungry.

"Man, I'm so gonna get yelled at."

Meanwhile, Yelena was walking down the busy streets of Paradis.

As promised to herself, she hasn't even thought to take the flower you placed out from behind her ear. She knew it was going to wilt eventually, but she'll worry about preserving it later.

That was until something in the merchant's window caught her eye.

"Excuse me, sir, how much is that heart locket?"

"Actually, there's a two for one deal on that one specifically. The perfect deal for the perfect lovers!"

"Shut up and take my money."