Original Giantess Scene

Dee's brain buzzed with absinthe. His bedroom engorged with Galatea's passion, a standing tsunami of a storming, green sea, boiling with white-capped waves and ocean-spume, always cresting and cascading up over every wall and across the ceiling but never quite breaching the spiraling, central break-point over Dee's bed, the single surface not suffused with her. Woven from the foaming, never-breaking edge of that perpetual tidal wave, towered Galatea herself, agape and gasping with lust. Dee lay eclipsed below Galatea's mouth. Drug addled, Dee whispered, "This is a parable. This is a prayer."

The succubus unwound from him, and he was free. But free to go where? "Let's start with 'kiss me,'" Dee said, swaying to his feet, "and move up from there."

Dee immersed his head in the satin of her lips. He felt baptized in liquid sex. A flick of the titaness' fingertip laid him prostrate on the bed. Her lips swung down, poised above his cock. When she spoke, a sound more akin to distant thunder than a human voice, a torrid downrush lathered him from nipples to knees. "Let's skip straight to 'Feed me,'" she rumbled.

"Hold it!" someone cried.

The succubus stood up behind him. Galatea pulled back to give her a little room. "There is no way I'm waiting a single second to experience this. I'm coming home, now."

The standing wave began to shift, the majority of its mass sliding backward from the ceiling, down the far wall, and onto the floor. The floor groaned as it took on the weight. The downstairs neighbor must be banging away like mad now, Dee decided, his thoughts slow as molasses. Venus and the green fairy scooted aside a bit, allowing the succubus to stride over him. "What are you doing?" he asked her.

Galatea's legs extended spread-eagle across the floor, her back flush to the far wall and her feet pressing against either side of the bed's head board, giving Dee a front row seat to the fate waiting to devour him, to return him to Eden. The succubus turned to flash him an angry smile. "Stalling, dumb ass," she said, sounding more like Galatea than Galatea now did herself, "until you or I can think of something."

The succubus cast off from the bed, fighting the currents of Galatea's quickening. "This is going to be a lot easier for Dee, isn't it?" she asked.

"Oh yes," said Galatea, fixing Dee with a gaze of alien hunger. "Because he's so—"

"So solid, I know," the succubus said, slowly making headway.

"What's happening?" Dee said.

The green fairy scooted closer. "Sharing memories," she said, "I think I should be able to do it by touch, but I haven't figured out how yet. So I need to reassimilate."

The succubus had reached the tall delta of Galatea's mound. She turned to give Dee a parting glance, her cruel and angry smile growing soft and melancholy. "See you real soon, solid boy," she said, and dove between the folds of Galatea's sex. She had wriggled in only up to her shoulders when she liquefied under the heat and was siphoned in.

"I think," Dee squawked, "I think I'm having a bad trip."

Venus laid a cool palm on his brow. "I'm here," she said.

Galatea chest heaved. She mashed her pussy with both hands. "Dee," she groaned, "I was just putting you on. You give awesome head."

He turned to the green fairy. "Share memories? Reassimilate? What are you, the Borg or something?"

The green fairy shook her head. "At a time like this, you still think about Star Trek?"

With a sudden downwash of air, Galatea loomed close. "Did he polish you off?" she asked the green fairy.

The green fairy glanced down, cupped her breasts and the healthy curve of her pot belly. "No," she said, "he drank a lot, but I—Whoop!" Galatea plucked the green fairy up by the legs, reared back, and dangled the fairy upside down over her mouth. "O-okay," the green fairy quavered, "okay, just—" The green fairy burst into giggles when Galatea sloped her wide tongue across her breasts. "Wait a minute," the green fairy stammered, "that really tickles."

"Not like the Borg," Venus said, trying to distract him from the green fairy's shrieks of laughter as Galatea lapped and ladled her chest. "I'm an individual consciousness spread over a single group, not a group consciousness spread over many individuals."

"You're such a Trekker," he told her, but it made sense, especially after almost a pint of refined absinthe on an empty stomach. "So you're her," Dee said.

"Yes."

"And she's you."

"Yes."

Dee grinned. "Then I trust you both."

The green fairy's laughter died down, and Venus, long hair whipping in wind, turned to glare up at Galatea. "I don't," she said.

Galatea's fist plummeted down, suspending the green fairy in the air an arm's length away. The green fairy's wings poked out between two of Galatea's fingers. "Dee," the green fairy gulped, "make me wet. Please. Just once, before I'm gone. I want you to touch me when I'm just me, when I'm on the outside."

Dee began "How should I…" but stopped, reached out, and then hesitated. As gently as he could, he grazed four fingers around the edge of a fragile wing, and brushed across its gossamer face. This time, the green fairy's laughter was deep, throaty, and exultant. Green honey streamed around Galatea's fingers. "So … solid," the green fairy sighed as Galatea wrenched her away.

Dee frowned, turning to Venus. "You don't trust yourself?"

Above him, the green fairy shouted, "Drink me now, you bitch! I got what I wanted."

Venus watched Galatea suckle on the green fairy's runny legs. "That part of me doesn't know what this part of me knows," she said.

"Doesn't know what?" Dee said.

Venus stood and stepped backward to the foot of the bed. "Dee," she said, "just thinking about fucking you, just thinking about mind-fucking *with* you like I did..." She turned about, the train of her hair flowing like a cape.

Galatea drew the green fairy back out of her mouth. There was very little of her left, a lozenge down to its last lick. "Is that the best you can do, bitch?" she said, her voice tinny but unafraid.

"…Turned me into that," Venus concluded.

Galatea popped the green fairy in and swallowed her down. She reached out wide to run her hands along imaginary wings. "Oh, that did feel good," she said, "definitely worth the wait."

"Doesn't know what?" Dee said again, but Galatea dropped close, and boomed, "Come little sister."

"If human beings are not drowned," asked Venus to Galatea, "can they live forever? Do they never die as we do here in the sea?"

Galatea's face crinkled in confusion. "Yes," she replied, then spoke as if in recitation. "They must also die, and their term of life is even shorter than ours, but when we cease to exist here we only become the foam on the surface of the water, and we have not even a grave down here of those we love."

"So I shall die," recited the jade Venus, turning back to face Dee, her eyes bright and sad, "and as the foam of the sea I shall be driven about never again to hear the music of the waves, or to see the pretty flowers nor the red sun…"

Venus raised her supple arms high above her head and entwined her hands, back-to-back, palms outward, in one single, fluid motion.

"Wait," Dee said, his heart in his mouth, his vision blurring. He scrambled to reach out to her, the absinthe making every movement unsure and flailing.

"…Nor know the taste of your tears," Venus said, her fingers dissolving into foam, floating up and lost among the crashing surf surrounding them. "I love you, Dee."

"Wait!" He finally found his balance and rose to his feet.

Venus evaporated into foam that unfurled out into the wind, and was gone.

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