Solas smiles down on Derrick, still holding him firm in his fist. "I can always use a tiny mortal like you to worship my gorgeous body." All the while he walks as he rubs his free hand up and down his mountainous abs. He seems not to care where he goes as beneath him, Derrick catches a glimpse of something small and moving, but from his present height he can not see it well. It could be a cow or a tiny man who escaped from the table, maybe somebody he knew. It doesn't matter though as the figure disappeared beneath Solas' foot and his little captive can only hear a faint crunch of bone.
Solas carries his tiny toy to a great balmy ocean, at least one to Derrick. He never really swam in his life but as the fist around him loosens, he finds himself plummeting towards the water and landing with a great splash. He kicks and flails frantically as he breaks the surface. The water looks deep, so much so that he would probably drown before he reaches the bottom. All the while, Solas adjusts the thong and slips it off his waist. The first foot touches the surface, sending a tsunami wave towards the newfound swimmer. The ocean fits him fairly well, resting his back on one side and his feet on the other as the rest of his body submerges. Suddenly a massive hand descends behind Derrick and sends a tidal wave towards the shore formed by his abs.
"Wash me!" Solas demands.
Derrick remarks. "Sir, I have nothing to wash you with. How will I ever get this done?"
A low growl echoes from up and down Solas wet chest. "WASH ME!" He flicks him down onto the surface of his skin close to the water. "I won't order you a third time!"
Admitting defeat, the tiny man gets onto his hands and knees and moistens them in the bathwater. Then he uses them like a sponge, running them up and down each hill of muscle on Solas' perfect chest. A slight grumble echoes from below, possibly his bowels. It is painful for him to realize that inside Solas, his goats are getting digested alive slowly and their flesh would be used by his body to build up the perfect muscle hills that he now must bend over to and worship.
He only washed two of Solas' abs when the giant yawns. He can not look up lest he be punished, but he guesses that his new and cruel master is getting bored.
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