In Over His Head! [A sexy, Mini Giantess romcom/fantasy adventure in Tamriel]

Chp 3 "A Lady's Room.."

Yagaritte steered him up the stairs, and towards the room at the very end of the hall. She pulled a large iron key from her belt, and slid it into the lock, twisting it. She pushed the door open and nudged Edovan inside. "Mind the pile of books," she warned him, as she closed the door behind them. And locked it. She slipped the key back into her belt, and started the process of removing her armor. Though she appeared to live in it comfortably, she was, of course, most comfortable out of it. And the less clothes she had on the better!

Edovan, who was currently more interested in peeking around her room, wasn't paying her much attention. The room was cavernous somehow. With high ceilings and split level floor that dropped down towards the back. He would have wondered about the architecture all night, if she hadn't had so many trinkets, bits, bobs, stacks and stacks of books, more weapons than any single person could possibly use. Maps scattered here and there, a dozen half-used candlesticks spread on every surface. And curious things even Edovan was clueless about, ancient or sacred objects that he'd never seen before or even read about. As messy as it was, it seemed to be a controlled chaos, and everything looked as though it were exactly where Yagaritte had intended it to be. On the desk beside her large but meager bed was a spread of open books, were she had been making copies of various runes, seemingly trying to translate them for some mysterious purpose. "Yagaritte, these ru--"

Edovan turned around and saw that she had stripped away all of her clothing but the thin shift she wore under her armor. It was so thin... so very, very thin. He could see the huge swell of her breasts, and the darker, pinker circles in full visibility through the sheer fabric, along with her hardened nipples which were doing their darndest to poke THROUGH it. It barely covered the top of her legs, which were as strong, and perfectly sculpted, as he envisioned them to be. Her skin seemed to glow in the light of the room's lanterns. She flopped down lazily on her bed on her back, pulling her arms up over her head and resting on them. This exposed the entire length of her long legs, and the peek of her underthings, which were somehow flimsier than her shift. "These what's?" she asked him, innocently stifling a yawn.

Edovan stared. He didn't mean to, it just happened. This... this was more woman than he had ever seen at one time in his entire life, and as she stretched out on the bed in front of him, he lost all his rational thoughts. To make matters worse, Yagaritte brought her feet up close to her body with her knees pointed upward and then absentmindedly started bouncing her knees togther. Then she dropped them both to the side, arched her back and stretched her arms over her head and gave a long yawn, giving Edovan a full view of the tiny stretch of fabric that was barely covering her most intimate parts. In fact it appeared to be trying to crawl IN them.. He didn't blush this time, but he did turn back toward the desk and forced his eyes against their will to look at the runes. "These runes... they're dwemer.. I've seen them before in my studies, and again in a book in the shop where we first met. T-this one is the symbol for Sheogorath... and this one..."

A loud, very unlady like snore emanated from the bed.

He turned to look at her and she was out like a snuffed candle, sprawled on the bed, knees still akimbo with her arms over her head. Her hair had fallen out of its bun and had cascaded in strawberry blonde pools all round her head. It was actually quite thick and long. Probably why she kept it up in that bun, he mused. He stared again, but this time at her face, now serene as she slept. He had never seen anything so beautiful... so angelic... so...

"ZZZZZZZZZZZ"

Another long snore, even worse than the first, interrupted his reverie. He walked over to the edge of the bed, the top of which came up to the middle of his thigh. Up close like this he really felt like a child. He'd been small all his life. He used to think it was just his race. His adopted parents were Breton, not Bosmer, after all, and he had thought for years that maybe around his own people he wouldn't feel so out of place. When he first started his new school though he was surprised and disappointed to discover that even among FEMALE wood elves, he was still very slight in stature. Now, standing here, next to this sprawling goddess on a bed he almost needed help to climb on to...he felt very small indeed.