He started to reach for the door, but stopped abruptly. He turned back to the bed, crawling halfway back up its stairs. He reached for the little coin purse, coins jingling softly, then tucked it safely away in the pocket of the robe-- halfway down his calf.
He grabbed the door's handle and stepped out into the hallway. He closed the door behind him, listening for the click of its lock, and leaned back against it once he was satisfied that it was secure. He glanced over at Yagaritte's door. It was silent, and he could detect no movement on the other side. Either she was asleep or out.
Tying the belt tighter around his waist, trying to gather excess fabric up so he wouldn't trip, he gingerly headed for the end of the hallway and took the stairs down carefully, trying not to make any noise in case there were sleeping patrons. About halfway down the stairs he realized it was pointless, there was enough of a ruckus to keep anybody awake here, and he wondered how he hadn't heard it upstairs. He thought maybe somebody had placed a noise-cancelling ward there...
He was deep in his thought, wondering about the ward, when he suddenly bumped into someone. Someone soft but solid like a pole with no give. He gave out a soft "oof!" sound as they collided, stumbling back slightly. Or were their two of them? Edovan looked up, realizing it was the twins. Edovan was confused. She was bigger than him, sure , over a foot taller, but also very slender. Yet when he had collided with her it had felt like running into a tree, a shapely softly padded tree, but a tree nonetheless. She hadn't budged.
Seeing them now, up close, he was struck by their understated beauty. They had cherubic young looking faces with large dark eyes that glimmered scarlet in the light. They had long dark red hair braided into a single plait that hung forward over their shoulders, and their slight but shapely figures were covered by some kind of diaphanous black gown, which he noticed now was near translucent, as their alabaster pale skin was visible underneath it to various degrees through the thin fabric. He was now acutely aware also that the gauzy gown was the only thing either of them was wearing. There were feminine peaks and valleys barely shrouded from his view. The twin he collided with reached out and tugged Edovan's robe back into place , while the other peered behind him. "Just doing our rounds," she informed him, nodding thoughtfully.
"What are you doing out and about? Aren't you supposed to be resting?" gently accused the twin that was adjusting his robe. The second slipped silently around and behind him. The first took a step closer to him and he instinctively tried to backpedal, but his motion was impeded by the immovable object of the twin that was suddenly right behind him as he pressed up against her front, her breasts pushing pleasantly on the back of his head. The twin in front of him closed the gap between them burying his face in her small but full bosom.
"I don't think it's safe for a little mouse like you to be wandering around unsupervised late at night." she whispered down at him. Her beautiful dark red eyes boring through him. "There are many hungry kitties on the prowl late at night. One of them might just eat you all up." She smiled playfully and he noticed her perfect white teeth were slightly fanged on either side.
"Hush Now, Rinari, I think you are scaring him." the twin behind him whispered somewhere right outside his right ear..her breath was cool against his skin as she spoke. It gave him shivers.
"Are you sure about that Adisiri? I think he wants to be eaten. Well... at least part of him does."
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In Over His Head! [A sexy, Mini Giantess romcom/fantasy adventure in Tamriel]
FantasyEdovan, the mage, is small, even for a Bosmer (wood Elf). His 11 month headlong flight from his homeland has ended up with him stranded on a remote frozen Island populated almost entirely by people twice his size (Nords). On his 18th birthday, wit...