You pondered for a moment, having spoken to all the women present at the table. You had been used to others paying special attention to you when being presented, especially so by women meeting you for the first time. It didn't bother you that much, but there was something a bit tiring about being treated more like a pet, or a small child than a grown adult. Your future teammates surrounding you and trying to vie for your attention rang all to familiar, as you lost yourself in thought. That is, except one future teammate, the thought crept into your head. Delilah, since having met you, had been seemingly trying to ignore you. Her attitude towards you ranging from an annoyance at worst, to unnoticeable at best. While quick conversational queues suggested to you that this was her default state and it was nothing personal, you couldn't help but find yourself intrigued by the pale women clad in black. If she was going to be your teammate, perhaps you might want to try and form a bond with her right away, or at the very least get to know her a bit better. You were sure this wouldn't go well, but as you watched her tuning her lyre as the women around you further pleaded their cases, your mind had been made up.
"I think I'd like to insist on staying with you, Delilah" you chime in, starting directly at her as you utter those words. There was an uncomfortable silence at the table as Delilah shot you a icy glare, setting her lyre back on her lap. "Oh yeah pipsqueak? And what makes you think I want to be charged with the care of an insect like you?" She leaned forward while doing so, seemingly unaware of her massive breasts threatening to spill out of her dress, as the weight of them sagged onto the table in front of you. Undaunted, you pleaded your case "I don't think you do want to, and I think that's the perfect reason why you should. I can handle myself fairly well, and if I can demonstrate that to you I think you'd have a easier time in battle not having to worry about where your healer is." You smirked and added "And if I'm wrong you can gloat about what a useless insect I am." That last part made her raise an eyebrow, the ocean of apathy that was her being suddenly began to show signs of intrigue as she silently studied you for a moment, almost sizing you up. The moment of silence was broken by the smooth tone of Eldia's voice as she proclaimed confidently "I for one, think it would be a poor idea to spend time with someone who clearly has no interest in your safety and care. Especially one who doesn't appreciate your talents." Magoza nodded in agreement, having been watching the whole exchange and looking a tad bothered by Delilah's last statement. The goblin continued, her smooth voice cooing in your ears "Why not spend some time with me instead dear? I know just the place to keep you safe and warm."
As her voice washed over you, your mind beginning to sway, you were broken out of your trace by a cold pair of fingers snatching you by your waist. The world swirled as Delilah had sat back up, holding you directly up to her face, the bags under her eyes extenuating her bored glare. You watched her shoot a sideways glance in the direction of Eldia before announcing "On second thought, maybe some private time with you won't be so bad. There's a saying about keeping new friends close or something like that?" Her eyes continued to stare at the goblin monk before a devious smirk crept across her face. Without warning the world became weightless for a moment, as she had let go of you, your body plummeting. As you looked down you realized the bard's plans for her, as her other hand had pried open the middle of her cleavage, a large pocket easily large enough to engulf your entire form spread directly below you. You accept your fate, as you watch the flesh of her mammoth breasts pass over you. Your feet sink immediately into the deep crevice, halting your momentum as the lower half of your body is held on all sides my the soft walls surrounding you. You look up just quick enough to see her thin fingers return to the surface, sealing the rest of you into a soft, yet tight embrace. Your vision is entirely dark now, you try to squirm to get yourself a bit more comfortable. As you feel yourself slip slightly deeper into the seemingly endless pale flesh enveloping you, you decide against making any more sudden moments. All you can do now is wait in the darkness your senses entirely encompassed by this intimidating woman.
You could make out what sounded like the other women having an argument, likely about Delilah's current treatment of you but you can't really make out what's being said, the conversation entirely muffled by the bard's massive mammaries. Behind you you could clearly make out the steady sounds of her body functioning: her steady heartbeat, the expanding and retracting of her lungs, and just below the faint sound of her meal churning away in her stomach. The warmth of her tits and the fragrant aroma of her perfume (some sort of flowery scent with what you swear must be a hint of apple) fills and surrounds you. While this wasn't what you had planned, you can't help but admit it's quite a pleasant experience. You could see yourself dozing to sleep in the dark with all the other sensations around you the natural sway of her breasts almost rocking you to sleep. Eventually the noise outside stops, as the dull muted thud of footsteps can be heard below you. Delilah must be heading back to her room, you think to yourself, trying desperately not to doze of.
Your comfort is cut short, as you see a hand fishing blindly grasping for you. The movement causes you to sink slightly more before you're retrieved, freed from the bard's pale flesh as she sets you on a small desk. She made a disguised groan as she loomed over you. "Before you get any funny ideas in that pinprick sized brain of yours, I'm going to tell you why I did what I did. Reason one: I need both of my hands to carry my instrument and my belongings. Reason two: That pompous gremlin you were swooning over is a spoiled, pampered princess who always gets what she wants. So I may have wanted to piss her off a bit when she showed interest in you." Her cold words came as no surprise to you as she began to put away some of her belongings. "So don't get any ideas of what things are going to be like, bug boy. You said yourself you're capable, so I shouldn't have to dote over you like some worried mother. If you become more trouble than your worth, the deal's off." Delilah threatened, as she set her lyre in the corner of her room. Looking around off the desk you were placed on, you can see a bedroll, and small pile of disheveled clothes beside a closet, and what looked like a small harp next to her lyre.
Your investigation of your new surroundings are suddenly cut off by Delilah's voice as she says "However, I do think it would be cruel not to at least give you a bed, so stay there for just a moment." As she reaches into a small drawer in her desk, you can see several small swatches of fabric, some wool, a spool of thread and a sewing needle. She begins to work on something, her mind absentmindedly humming a soothing tune. You sit on the desk in awe at the pale, dark haired woman as she seemed so focused on her work she paid you no mind. Before long she had fashioned a crude bedroll our of wool and two small patches of fabric, perfect for your thee inch height. Amazed at how she was able to make something so small, you give Delilah a warm smile and say "Wow, to be honest I've never had a proper bed to call my own. Thank you so much, that was... very kind of you!" She blushed slightly as she looked down at you annoyed "Don't think too hard about it, I'd rather not have our new healer freeze to death, that's all. Plus this means you'll leave me alone." She let out a yawn as she stretched, unintentionally making her huge breasts rise and fall in the process "Speaking of, I think it's about time to get some shut eye, don't you?" You nod in agreement, and she lets a smirk slip before her face grows serious. "I'm going to change into my bedclothes now, and I trust I won't have any tiny spying eyes on me while I do so, right?" A deathly serious grimace formed as she put her face level to you. You nod, turning your entire body around as you face the nearest wall away from her direction. This seems to have sufficed, as you hear the subtle sound of cloth hitting the ground and after a few minutes Delilah chimes "Nice to see at least you have some manners, thank you" As you turn around you can see her in a thin dark nightgown, already heading towards her bedroll. Without any further pleasantries, she rest her head and begins to drift to sleep.
After some time passes, you find yourself having a tough time getting to sleep. You suspect you actually sweated quite a bit in the warm confines of Delilah's breasts, as your body was parched. Grasping lazily for your pack in the dim of night, you scramble to find your canteen. In doing so however, your heart sinks into your stomach as you feel your pack slip off the edge of the desk, and directly onto Delilah's bedroll below. You silently curse as you had hoped to get some water, when a dangerous idea appears in your mind. Delilah had left her materials out, and a spool of thread was right there next to you. You could lower yourself down, find your pack and pull yourself back up if you were careful. You wince at the thought of her discovering you however, perhaps it wasn't the best idea.
What do you do?
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