"Test my stamina?" You wonder. "What exactly does that mean when I'm still partially immobile?"
You gaze up again at Ayla, her eyes staring at you lustily. Uh Oh.
"I can't speak for your people, or even my own..." She begins, a new confidence suddenly in her voice. "But I know how I tend to conduct research on stamina. Here, let us begin..."
You scream as you feel yourself lifted towards the giant elf's slightly puckered lips, fearing the worst. But instead of the young apprentice popping your bite sized body into her mouth, you feel yourself thrust into a completely different situation entirely. Though you had been distracted by the utter terror of being held against your will, your captor's unintentional striptease coupled with your own forced disrobing had left you quite aroused. And Ayla intended to capitalize on it.
As you struggled to process the strange new erotic situation you found yourself in, you watched helplessly as Ayla opened her mouth, revealing her wet, pink tongue. Holding you between two fingers, you felt yourself drenched in hot, sticky saliva as the giantess slowly began to sensually lick your whole body. With lick after lick, you couldn't help but get more and more aroused as this beautiful (but utterly gigantic) woman inched you closer to climax.
Now soaked in spit, your captor gently thrust your dick between her gigantic lips. Despite your fear, the elf's surprising tenderness coupled with your own carnal urges pushed your forward. After a few moments of gentle mouth play unlike what you ever thought you would experience, you couldn't hold out any longer. Spent, you breath heavily as the giantess pulls you away from her face, depositing your exhausted body on her bed. Tired, but having recovered from most of your paralysis, you gaze up at the huge woman looming above you. From what feels like miles above you, she grins down playfully.
"Well, not the most endurance I've ever seen, but still." Ayla says with a sigh. "Given your size and my... shall we say, prowess, I must say I am impressed. Stamina, a dashing figure... The only thing you fairies seem to lack is size."
Giggling at her own observation, your captor flops down on the bed next to you, sending your tiny body hurtling through the air before landing on Ayla's sprawling, slender stomach. As the giantess sits up, you tumble down onto her soft, warm thighs. Gazing down at you, she wonders aloud: "What other research can we do, little one?"
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