"...Wait, what?"
Tasenne giggled, a delightful noise that put your mind somewhat at ease... that, alongside her beautiful looks. "Again, I can forgive you for not knowing. There is a legend in this land, one from ages ago, saying that one day, a tiny man would be brought to our land, one bruised in both body and spirit, one in desperate need of love and care."
You were taken aback by that. "R-really?"
"Well, you certainly looking bruised in body," Telesha commented with a mischievous grin as she poked your back, "I suppose it's your call on how your mind felt about all this."
You took a few moments to muse on that... "I... y-yeah, I... I suppose so. My life... my life has been kind of kicking me while I'm down. On every front..."
"I see..." Tasenne nodded thoughtfully, before standing up, in a way that showed just how enormous her chest was. "Well then, you will be pleased to hear the next part of this legend: That, when this man arrived, he is to be held in high regard as if he were one of the queens of the land, and that doing so would bring prosperity to us."
Your jaw nearly dropped. "...Bwuh... Y-you can't be serious... treating me like... royalty?"
The queen nodded. "Indeed. Perhaps you have something you would like to do?"
"W-well..."
Your eyes darted around, before gravitating inevitably to her bedlah-like bra, her nipples leaving faint protrusions in the fabric, accented by the gemstones inlaid into it... And you could not hold your tongue in time. "I-I'd like to relax in your top for a bit, Lady Tasenne."
You expected the queen to suddenly change her mood, to yell at you for your perversion and perhaps make her sister toss you across the halls of the castle, but instead she gave another dainty giggle, plucking you from Telesha's hand. "Please, just Tasenne will do, kind sir. And certainly, my dear."
She then tugged on the front of her bra, setting you inside the fabric. Light filtered through the fabric, illuminating the bumps and pores of the queen's skin, as well as the massive nipple above you. One you couldn't help but reach up to brush against. "W-wow..."
Tasenne murred from your touch, and you saw her nipple harden before your eyes. "Ah, that feels so nice! I heard tell that people in the world you come from drink milk, so if you wish to taste any of ours, feel free."
"R-really!?" Shocked that she would be so open, you climbed up her breast to cling wholly to her nipple, massaging the hardening flesh further to get some of that milk. It didn't take long for you to get some of that white nectar, with Tasenne giggling all the while as you carefully slurped it up. And the taste blew you away—compared to anything else you had eaten back home, the giantess's milk was perhaps the sweetest and most fulfilling drink you had ever tasted, and you soon had to drop off her nipple once your stomach could hold no more. "Mmm... T-that was..."
"Enjoying it in there?" Telesha said, suddenly leaning in and pressing her chest into her sister's, in turn sandwiching you between bra and skin.
"Mmmph! Y-yeah, I am," you squeaked out from your struggle to breathe... a struggle that didn't feel nearly as suffocating as you feared it would. "Y-your boobs were soft, b-but your sister's are... n-no offense."
"None taken, she was always better in the top department." She stopped pressing in, and you could tell she was swaying her hips, if not by the faint silhouette through the queen's bra, but by her teasing tone. "But I've always had the nice butt. Perhaps you could go there next?"
"Sister, please," Tasenne said, adjusting her top once more to pull you out. "There's no need for us to put him in every part of us so soon."
"I-I wouldn't mind being up against your ass, though!"
The both of them laughed at your mouth getting ahead of your brain for the second time in the past few minutes. "And I don't doubt that you do," she continued warmly, "But there are plenty of things to do—for one thing, I believe a party is in order, don't you?"
"F-fair enough..."
"I'll go tell the townsfolk the good news!" Telesha said, before running full-tilt towards the castle doors—giving you a good, long look of her ass as it bounced against the restraints of her bedlah's bottom. You couldn't help but already picture what it'd be like to be caught between her cheeks...
"Ah, and there she goes, as hurriedly as usual." Tasenne sat down on her throne, and set you down right against the waistband of her pants. "I am curious, sir, when you made your request to rest in my top, you looked... apprehensive, for a few moments. Like you were afraid you had said something wrong."
Goodness, had your nervousness been that apparent? "Y-yeah... I-it's just... back home, even if the women there were more... more my size... saying something along those lines, to get so close to someone like that... i-it would be, bluntly, a massive faux pas."
A frown crossed her face, though from down beneath her rack you couldn't see it. "I see. And was that often your first request when meeting a woman in your homeworld?"
"No! N-no, of course not!" you stammered, pacing atop the surprisingly-thin fabric between you and Tasenne's crotch. "I-I showed as much restraint with the ladies back home as any gentleman should... b-but seeing yours and Telesha's bodies... h-how little your clothes cover... I-I just couldn't help myself..."
The land shifted around you as Tasenne reached her hand down, petting you across your back. "I see... Well, if it pains you that much, know that you need not worry about your 'faux pas' here. We giantesses of Mammar, and its surrounding countries, take pride in our bodies... and for a herald of prosperity such as yourself, it would be perhaps an injustice for ourselves to not let you partake in them."
"R-really!? T-thanks..." Blushing profusely, you began rubbing and kneading the queen's hips in gratitude, before long finding yourself halfway caught beneath the fabric you were walking on moments ago. "O-oh..."
Tasenne smiled, running a finger across her crotch teasingly. "There will be some time before the festivities can start," she noted. "You are more than welcome, noble sir, to partake in my body as you wish."
"R-really? Thanks, La—er, Tasenne." Face even redder now, you let yourself slip all the way beneath the queen's pants and panties, letting the many stresses of life that had been plaguing you back home fade away...
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