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I will block you if you do not clearly have your age in your bio or a pinned post.
🔞This is an 18+ explicit erotic lesbian kink fantasy blog.🔞
If you don't like what you see, then block and move along.
I reserve the right to block on a whim, and will block minors and ageless blogs.
Strongly prefer 23+ for asks and kink play/RPing.
Hard kinks are featured here.
This is not a space for discourse or current events.
This is a fantasy blog. I do not condone doing anything here IRL.
Current header image is My own
Info on Me, this blog, My kinks, and more below
Me
Identity
Goddess, She/Her, mid-30s Transfem Dommy Mommy, usually dominant/usually top.
If you want a "normal" name, you can call Me Delilah, Deli, or Del.
Please use She/Her and You/Your with proper capitalization for Me.
Health
I am neurodivergent (AuDHD), and sometimes have struggles with communication and overstimulus.
(If I make you uncomfortable, please let Me know! I appreciate firm boundaries!)
I am an alter in a system. (Age given is body age, and the primary fronts share memories/experiences.)
I am a disabled sleepy Goddess (uncertain diagnosis, probably some kind of EDS and/or ME/CFS), and sometimes I just don't have spoons/energy for things.
Relationship
⚢ Married, in an open poly relationship (wife: @castigated-chaser, gf: @greenfairymothgirlnsfw); I am not looking for romance here, but I am looking for fun.
Platonic relationships and acquaintances with lots of kink and play are very welcome.
Sexuality
♀ I feel My strongest sexual attraction to c!s women and femme/nonbinary AFABs, with rare exceptions.
I am a bit of a fraysexual, and I tend to feel My strongest sexual attraction to people when I've first met them and am still getting to know them. (Though I still tend to retain some sexual attraction afterward.)
Other Places
Fluxer: Mutuals can ask in DMs.
Bluesky: dormantgoddess.bsky.social
Fansly: dormantGoddess
Throne: dormantgoddess -- DM Me if you get Me something so I can let you know when I get it and maybe send you a picture with it.
Discord: Mutuals can ask in DMs. (Unsure if I will continue using Discord after age ID.)
Lovense: Mutuals can ask in DMs.
This blog
The number one rule of this blog is My pleasure. I (mostly) only reblog, ask, answer, or DM if it turns Me on.
As a Goddess, I am nourished by your horny impulsive thoughts, lustful prayers, fantasies, and adorations. Send them to Me -- in DMs, in asks, by spamming likes, by tagging Me in posts, by hidden whispers in your art and writing, by thinking about Me at night as you fall asleep.
I enjoy sexting and ERP
If you are 23+, you're welcome to open My DMs with sexts, pics, RP, etc.
I sometimes answer asks with RP or fics. Try your luck.
If you send Me an ask that isn't horny (or isn't horny enough), I may choose to make it horny, including by RPing or writing a short fic with Anon while answering.
Taken anon emoji
😵💫
My Kinks
I am into a lot of kinks. I spent many years exploring kinks and deliberately pushing My boundaries. I will never judge you for your kinks or philias, even if they are not personally for Me.
My favorites
Transfem/TGirl/Futa supremacy
freeuse and casual, shameless kink
receiving oral (mouths on My tits, fingers, or anywhere below the waist)
bottomless outfits (or at least commando)
Everything else is more mood-dependent.
These are kinks that I try to tag:
#cnc
#intox kink
#breeding kink
#incest kink
#ageplay
#piss kink
#rough play
#blood kink
#gore kink
#snuff kink
#destruction kink
I will likely not be perfect, and many of My older reblogs are mostly untagged.
I may add more tags over time.
My limits
If I don't have an established safeword with someone, I will default to the traffic light system. (Red light, yellow light, green light)
My biggest limit is hard realism, especially realistic abuse. Primarily (but not limited to): realistic [ageplay, incest, assault, bigotry, violence, death, degradation/humiliation]
I also have some turnoffs that are related to dysphoria:
facial hair
being around men or in male spaces
"sir" "daddy" "dad" "son" "boy" "man" "dude" "guy" (even when not referring to Me)
And a couple of other assorted turnoffs:
diaper play
scat
cigarettes/cigars (weed is okay, pipes can be okay sometimes)
any infectious disease more serious than the mildest of colds
My tags
#DGoddess writes -- My writing or My added text to reblogs.
#DGoddess kink -- Involves a kink I like (this is most of My posts)
#DGoddess status -- Updates on how I'm doing (sleepy, drunk, etc.)
#DGoddess drunk -- Posting while drunk
#DGoddess sleepy -- Posting while sleepy
#DGoddess relief -- Thoughts/fantasies I had while pissing
#DGoddess fiction -- Short stories (or similar writing)
#DGoddess scenario -- (Experimental) A type of fiction post where I write part of a scenario, run a poll, then finish the scenario based on the results
#DGoddess dream -- Either a literal dream I had, or a fantasy I had in bed before fully waking up
#DGoddess audio -- My audio recordings (rare)
#DGoddess art -- Art of Mine (rare)
#DGoddess Deity -- Details about My lore, portfolio, worship, etc. as a (fictional) Goddess/Deity
#DGoddess pinned -- My (previous) pinned posts.
#DGoddess answers -- My answers to asks.
#DGoddess OOC -- Me going some degree out of character or talking a little about My non-kink life
#DGoddess kink psych -- Sharing (or thinking out loud) about what might be going on in My mind with certain kinks
#DGoddess calls -- Watch this tag if you want to catch when I'm calling for followers to do something for Me.
#DGoddess seeking -- Openly looking for another blog to do something with (like a collab or contract)
#DGoddess contract -- Post is (or contains) a BDSM/kink contract for doing some kind of (online) play with Me.
If I like a pinned post of yours, that means I have read it.
(Retention of what I have read isn't guaranteed.)
You don't need to like this post if you've read it, but it certainly wouldn't hurt.
Monster Girl spying on a sleepover from inside a closet.
When She opens the door at first, everyone is frightened.
"Um... is it ok if I join?"
As She asks this question and opens the door more to let more of Herself be visible, the cuntgirls relax considerably.
"Oh, yeah, of course!"
She gets Her hair brushed and braided, makeup done, nails painted, a bow in Her hair and another on Her tail. They listen to podcasts and watch funny videos, tell jokes, share stories about school or work (or the primordial dawn of the world), and drink and eat snacks and treats.
At first She's nervous about being the only one who's naked, especially since She's gotten a massive erection from Her first nonviolent physical contact with others in centuries. (Her anatomy can be pretty different from human anatomy -- do they even realize She's naked?)
None of the cunts seem to be bothered by it, though, and after She got a little more drunk and asked about it, She got responses like,
"Yeah, that's normal," and, "Oh I'm horny like all the time at sleepovers," and, "I don't mind. Actually, it smells kind of nice."
"Is there anything You like to do to look pretty?" one of them asks Her.
"Um..." She thinks for a bit. "Not exactly, but... I have sharp teeth and nails that are really good at ripping through things?"
"...Oh! Like, ripping up clothes?"
"Ohh! Wait, that could be a good look!"
"Can You try it on me?"
"you mean, like... ripping up your clothes with My teeth and nails?"
"Yeah."
She's hesitant at first, trying not to be too callous, but She's also a little drunk. Tearing up her gown around her hips, accidentally rubbing her breasts as She goes for her shoulders, snagging on fabric as She pulls her hands away and tearing away long strips that leave her crotch and legs exposed down the center.
She's worried that She's crossed a line, but Stephanie just happily lets Her do whatever. After She's done, she stands up and shows off to the others, and they ooh and aah and talk about how good her hips look with it, and how fun the asymmetric cleavage exposure is, and how breezy and comfortable the torn skirt looks.
Soon they're all begging Her, and She's tearing up their clothes, blurring the line between artistically ripping their fabric and outright feeling them up more and more each time.
And each time, they're happy with the result, happy to let Her feel up their sides and bellies, to spread their legs for Her and let Her reach between their thighs, to let Her feel up their legs and ass and back, to give Her their breasts and chests to fondle and play with for minutes on end. And all they talk about afterwards is the neat patterns and cuts and the way the fabric ripples and frays and tickles where She's torn it.
One of the other cuntgirls, while admiring someone else's torn clothes, starts groping her and feeling her up.
"Touching each other is way more fun like this."
"Yeah! It's really nice to have a full flowy gown but also basically have my tits out."
Already in the middle of feeling up Jazi and shredding her clothes, the Monster Girl watches those two for a moment and then can't help Herself. She bites Her lip, rips open the back of Jazi's gown, and grabs her hips, hands shaking.
Jazi herself is watching a video, just letting the Monster Girl tear her gown right open and position her hips and bend her forward a bit. Even when She presses Her tip between her legs, she doesn't react that much. It's not until She thrusts in, stretching Jazi out, bulging her belly visibly. she cries out, "Oh, fuck!" and drops her phone.
"Sorry!" the Monster Girl shuts Her eyes and pulls down a little more. "I'm just... so horny..."
"H-hey! Don't be sorry!" Jazi, grinning through tears, looking back at the Monster as She looms over her, hair and breasts hanging down, toothy maw opening up as She starts to pant. "We're just- Nnh! We're just girls hanging out! If Uou aaahh! You need to get off then You need to get off, okay?!"
Jazi covers her mouth and squeals as she feels the Monster Girl push through her cervix.
Some of the others notice Her wincing whenever Jazi makes loud noises.
"Need me to keep her quiet, Queen?" Cherry asks, moving forward. she spreads her legs, puts Jazi's mouth on her pussy, then covers her up with a pillow. "There. Now just relax and have fun."
She pushes a little more forward, and seems satisfied with how much more muffled Jazi is now. Cheery seems satisfied with Jazi making noises, too.
"Thanks," She says, then starts working a load out with Jazi's body.
A bit later, half the cuntgirls have the Monster Girl's cum oozing out of them or spilled on their bodies, and are decorated in Her stray pubes here and there as well.
"I think I want to try on some dresses," She says.
Shavonne slowly wrenches Her dick out of her throat, leaving it clean and shiny, takes a breath, then looks up at Her with a smile. "I can help with that!"
It's a bit difficult at first. The Monster Girl's much larger than the cuntgirls, and none of them have the same shape as Her, so none of their clothes quite fit.
But they make it work. they each give up a few items of their own, especially Shavonne (who's hosting) giving up some sheets.
they offer to cut up some fabric properly for Her, but She insists that She wants to be matching, so She tears up some clothes and sheets. they stitch together some clothes around Her, with the rippling and ragged and torn sections that they all have, some of them having stripped naked to give their clothes for Her.
They use different bedsheets for the main bodies, with some of the frillier and more interesting portions of clothes used for accents and to decorate seams. As a finishing touch, they grab Her body and feel Her up to show Her where to rip Her clothes, so She could also get some of that desired and "ravished" look, leaving Her dresses exposing and accessible.
three new dresses are made for Her this way, and She feels beautiful in all of them.
Afterward, She lets the ones She hadn't fucked pretend to pin Her down and have their way with Her. Mostly they ride Her cock and collapse against Her whining, but She appreciates them all the same, and really enjoys when they ate out one of Her holes or Her balls while "pinning" Her massive legs back.
Everyone falls asleep in a big cuddle pile, taking turns cockwarming Her.
The next day, one of them remembers she has a weekend shift, and goes into work with her torn clothes and cum strewn across her holes.
Monster Girl spying on a sleepover from inside a closet.
When She opens the door at first, everyone is frightened.
"Um... is it ok if I join?"
As She asks this question and opens the door more to let more of Herself be visible, the cuntgirls relax considerably.
"Oh, yeah, of course!"
She gets Her hair brushed and braided, makeup done, nails painted, a bow in Her hair and another on Her tail. They listen to podcasts and watch funny videos, tell jokes, share stories about school or work (or the primordial dawn of the world), and drink and eat snacks and treats.
At first She's nervous about being the only one who's naked, especially since She's gotten a massive erection from Her first nonviolent physical contact with others in centuries. (Her anatomy can be pretty different from human anatomy -- do they even realize She's naked?)
None of the cunts seem to be bothered by it, though, and after She got a little more drunk and asked about it, She got responses like,
"Yeah, that's normal," and, "Oh I'm horny like all the time at sleepovers," and, "I don't mind. Actually, it smells kind of nice."
"Is there anything You like to do to look pretty?" one of them asks Her.
"Um..." She thinks for a bit. "Not exactly, but... I have sharp teeth and nails that are really good at ripping through things?"
"...Oh! Like, ripping up clothes?"
"Ohh! Wait, that could be a good look!"
"Can You try it on me?"
"you mean, like... ripping up your clothes with My teeth and nails?"
"Yeah."
She's hesitant at first, trying not to be too callous, but She's also a little drunk. Tearing up her gown around her hips, accidentally rubbing her breasts as She goes for her shoulders, snagging on fabric as She pulls her hands away and tearing away long strips that leave her crotch and legs exposed down the center.
She's worried that She's crossed a line, but Stephanie just happily lets Her do whatever. After She's done, she stands up and shows off to the others, and they ooh and aah and talk about how good her hips look with it, and how fun the asymmetric cleavage exposure is, and how breezy and comfortable the torn skirt looks.
Soon they're all begging Her, and She's tearing up their clothes, blurring the line between artistically ripping their fabric and outright feeling them up more and more each time.
And each time, they're happy with the result, happy to let Her feel up their sides and bellies, to spread their legs for Her and let Her reach between their thighs, to let Her feel up their legs and ass and back, to give Her their breasts and chests to fondle and play with for minutes on end. And all they talk about afterwards is the neat patterns and cuts and the way the fabric ripples and frays and tickles where She's torn it.
One of the other cuntgirls, while admiring someone else's torn clothes, starts groping her and feeling her up.
"Touching each other is way more fun like this."
"Yeah! It's really nice to have a full flowy gown but also basically have my tits out."
Already in the middle of feeling up Jazi and shredding her clothes, the Monster Girl watches those two for a moment and then can't help Herself. She bites Her lip, rips open the back of Jazi's gown, and grabs her hips, hands shaking.
Jazi herself is watching a video, just letting the Monster Girl tear her gown right open and position her hips and bend her forward a bit. Even when She presses Her tip between her legs, she doesn't react that much. It's not until She thrusts in, stretching Jazi out, bulging her belly visibly. she cries out, "Oh, fuck!" and drops her phone.
"Sorry!" the Monster Girl shuts Her eyes and pulls down a little more. "I'm just... so horny..."
"H-hey! Don't be sorry!" Jazi, grinning through tears, looking back at the Monster as She looms over her, hair and breasts hanging down, toothy maw opening up as She starts to pant. "We're just- Nnh! We're just girls hanging out! If Uou aaahh! You need to get off then You need to get off, okay?!"
Jazi covers her mouth and squeals as she feels the Monster Girl push through her cervix.
Some of the others notice Her wincing whenever Jazi makes loud noises.
"Need me to keep her quiet, Queen?" Cherry asks, moving forward. she spreads her legs, puts Jazi's mouth on her pussy, then covers her up with a pillow. "There. Now just relax and have fun."
She pushes a little more forward, and seems satisfied with how much more muffled Jazi is now. Cheery seems satisfied with Jazi making noises, too.
"Thanks," She says, then starts working a load out with Jazi's body.
Monster Girl spying on a sleepover from inside a closet.
When She opens the door at first, everyone is frightened.
"Um... is it ok if I join?"
As She asks this question and opens the door more to let more of Herself be visible, the cuntgirls relax considerably.
"Oh, yeah, of course!"
She gets Her hair brushed and braided, makeup done, nails painted, a bow in Her hair and another on Her tail. They listen to podcasts and watch funny videos, tell jokes, share stories about school or work (or the primordial dawn of the world), and drink and eat snacks and treats.
At first She's nervous about being the only one who's naked, especially since She's gotten a massive erection from Her first nonviolent physical contact with others in centuries. (Her anatomy can be pretty different from human anatomy -- do they even realize She's naked?)
None of the cunts seem to be bothered by it, though, and after She got a little more drunk and asked about it, She got responses like,
"Yeah, that's normal," and, "Oh I'm horny like all the time at sleepovers," and, "I don't mind. Actually, it smells kind of nice."
"Is there anything You like to do to look pretty?" one of them asks Her.
"Um..." She thinks for a bit. "Not exactly, but... I have sharp teeth and nails that are really good at ripping through things?"
"...Oh! Like, ripping up clothes?"
"Ohh! Wait, that could be a good look!"
"Can You try it on me?"
"you mean, like... ripping up your clothes with My teeth and nails?"
"Yeah."
She's hesitant at first, trying not to be too callous, but She's also a little drunk. Tearing up her gown around her hips, accidentally rubbing her breasts as She goes for her shoulders, snagging on fabric as She pulls her hands away and tearing away long strips that leave her crotch and legs exposed down the center.
She's worried that She's crossed a line, but Stephanie just happily lets Her do whatever. After She's done, she stands up and shows off to the others, and they ooh and aah and talk about how good her hips look with it, and how fun the asymmetric cleavage exposure is, and how breezy and comfortable the torn skirt looks.
Soon they're all begging Her, and She's tearing up their clothes, blurring the line between artistically ripping their fabric and outright feeling them up more and more each time.
And each time, they're happy with the result, happy to let Her feel up their sides and bellies, to spread their legs for Her and let Her reach between their thighs, to let Her feel up their legs and ass and back, to give Her their breasts and chests to fondle and play with for minutes on end. And all they talk about afterwards is the neat patterns and cuts and the way the fabric ripples and frays and tickles where She's torn it.
Monster Girl spying on a sleepover from inside a closet.
When She opens the door at first, everyone is frightened.
"Um... is it ok if I join?"
As She asks this question and opens the door more to let more of Herself be visible, the cuntgirls relax considerably.
"Oh, yeah, of course!"
She gets Her hair brushed and braided, makeup done, nails painted, a bow in Her hair and another on Her tail. They listen to podcasts and watch funny videos, tell jokes, share stories about school or work (or the primordial dawn of the world), and drink and eat snacks and treats.
You look like your brain would shut off and you would fall to your knees like a malleable toy for anyone to use if you huffed some gock right about now.
Could you please answer questions 2, 5, 6, 38 on the TNWO ask game. Also I really love ur blog and I’ve cum to it a at least couple of times!!
2. Blowjob or Rimjob?
blowjob for sure. anal stuff's not really my favorite.
5. Titjob or Thighjob?
thighjob 100%
6. Handjob or Footjob?
on the one hand, im not really into feet. i am neutral towards feet. on the other hand, something about forcing a girl to awkwardly using her feet to get me off sounds fun....
i still probably pick handjob tho
38. Should cissies get personal privacy or can transfems unlock their phone at their desire?
why would you ever need to hide anything from your goddess? if you dont tell every tgirl your phone password are you even an ally?
doubly so if you have nudes on there you'd otherwise be hiding from us.
Not in exchange for anything, regardless of whether She's your favorite or if you just love Her as much as you love any Trans Woman, not even to like sit down and eat with Her necessarily.
Just, "Hm, i'm bored. Oh, i know, i'll buy a Woman something to eat."
Casually let Her destroy your finances to get some really good food She wants. Place the order for Her if She's socially anxious. Bring the food to Her and serve it, if She wants.
Ask Her if you can do anything else for Her, tell Her you can list some things you can do for Her if She wants. Offer to drive Her somewhere, buy/give Her clothes, be Her sex toy, play games with Her, clean or maintain something for Her, offer Her your skill at something you'd normally charge for, whatever you have.
If She tries to tell you "thank you" you tell Her, "thank You for letting me help You."
If She doesn't have anything else She wants from you, just tell Her you hope She enjoys Her food and continue on your way. Leave Her in peace.
you will feel a lot better afterward -- about leaving Her happier and loved, about yourself for doing some genuine good in the world, and about the world for giving you an opportunity to serve Someone.
you should give your dom/top a praise kink if they don't already have one. like you should be whining compliments into their ear while you kiss, maybe whispered between pleas to take things further because their touch drives you wild. you should make them feel like magic. tell them how beautiful they are while you look at them in awe, while they pin you down or wait for permission, while they make you come undone. you should compliment their voice, their presence, how safe they make you feel, the pleasure they give you. you should praise them so often that mundane compliments give them goosebumps and remind them how the same words sound spilling off your lips.
A Kaiju Giantess is sleeping in Her mountain lair. She's beloved in the local city.
Sometimes She has friends that visit or stay in Her lair.
-☙✿❧-
One morning, the Giantess stirs as She is waking up, starting to roll around sleepily, a little restlessly. Quakes, rumbling, the ground trembling in Her lair, bits of earth and rocks descending from the ceiling in a few less frequented corners.
Ash, a friend in Her lair is excitedly texting someone.
Ash: She's waking up!
Bea: I can feel it
Bea is in the middle of the city, far from the city limits, miles and miles away from Her lair.
Even though She isn't even close enough to be visible, Bea -- along with everyone else in the city -- can feel every little movement through the rumbling in the ground.
Some drivers in traffic briefly distracted as they feel the sudden thumping of Her feet, followed by the steady rumble of Her hips and back and shoulders and tits and Belly as She rolls from one side to the other.
Office workers on the top floor of a building pause as they feel the shifting of Her hips and thighs and shoulders and arms as She wiggles around to get comfy.
Students in a school near the city limits look towards the mountain range from windows or the courtyard. (She's still underground -- there's no way they'll be able to see Her, but it doesn't stop them from trying.)
After a delay, there's another few gentle quakes as She settles Her feet and puts Her hands to the ground, followed by some rumbling while She begrudgingly sits up.
Birds and other wildlife near Her lair have already fled, but clouds of birds take flight as, after some more rumbling from Her weight shifting with Her stretching arms, a yawn erupts from within the mountain's caverns, echoing off of the mountainsides, reverberating between the city's buildings. More quietly, some windows and other structures resonate with the more croaky groaning as the Kaiju Giantess finishes Her yawning stretch.
Every single person in the city -- at home, outside, at work, in cellars and basements, in buses and trains, at the top of skyscrapers, enjoying being out in the park, buying food, carrying packages, bathing, sleeping, in calls with friends, playing games, everyone -- feels the steady, regular quaking of the Kaiju Giantess lazily pumping Her morning wood. At one point, amidst this seismic rhythm, those outside hear Her voice, though only those at the edge of the city towards Her lair hear Her croaky reverberating words from within the mountain valleys:
"Morning, Ash." The quaking continues, fully uninterrupted. "Fine, thanks, you?"
The steady quaking pauses. Another yawn, this one shorter and more subdued. The quaking resumes.
"No thanks." The rhythmic quaking stops. More rumbling and tremors. "I'm just going to take a leak, then head into town."
Tremors and quaking and rumbling as the Kaiju crawls out of Her snug lair, then stands up.
"Hm?" A pause. "Sure, where do you want to be?" Gentle rumbling as She squats down, then more as Her weight shifts. "Okay. Here. Watch your step... Ready?.. Okay."
More rumbling as She stands up. Larger tremors from some footsteps. At the edge of the city, Her scruffy hair, long ear tips, and horn can be seen above the mountain peaks, heavily tinted blue by the distance.
A pause. "Mmmnnh." Those right at the city limits can hear the distant rushing waterfall of Her fluids pounding into a mountain pond of Her creation. Near enough to the site, one could see steam clouds gently rising as Her hot fluids cut through the cool morning air.
A Kaiju Giantess is sleeping in Her mountain lair. She's beloved in the local city.
Sometimes She has friends that visit or stay in Her lair.
-☙✿❧-
One morning, the Giantess stirs as She is waking up, starting to roll around sleepily, a little restlessly. Quakes, rumbling, the ground trembling in Her lair, bits of earth and rocks descending from the ceiling in a few less frequented corners.
Ash, a friend in Her lair is excitedly texting someone.
Ash: She's waking up!
Bea: I can feel it
Bea is in the middle of the city, far from the city limits, miles and miles away from Her lair.
Even though She isn't even close enough to be visible, Bea -- along with everyone else in the city -- can feel every little movement through the rumbling in the ground.
Some drivers in traffic briefly distracted as they feel the sudden thumping of Her feet, followed by the steady rumble of Her hips and back and shoulders and tits and Belly as She rolls from one side to the other.
Office workers on the top floor of a building pause as they feel the shifting of Her hips and thighs and shoulders and arms as She wiggles around to get comfy.
Students in a school near the city limits look towards the mountain range from windows or the courtyard. (She's still underground -- there's no way they'll be able to see Her, but it doesn't stop them from trying.)
After a delay, there's another few gentle quakes as She settles Her feet and puts Her hands to the ground, followed by some rumbling while She begrudgingly sits up.
Birds and other wildlife near Her lair have already fled, but clouds of birds take flight as, after some more rumbling from Her weight shifting with Her stretching arms, a yawn erupts from within the mountain's caverns, echoing off of the mountainsides, reverberating between the city's buildings. More quietly, some windows and other structures resonate with the more croaky groaning as the Kaiju Giantess finishes Her yawning stretch.
Every single person in the city -- at home, outside, at work, in cellars and basements, in buses and trains, at the top of skyscrapers, enjoying being out in the park, buying food, carrying packages, bathing, sleeping, in calls with friends, playing games, everyone -- feels the steady, regular quaking of the Kaiju Giantess lazily pumping Her morning wood. At one point, amidst this seismic rhythm, those outside hear Her voice, though only those at the edge of the city towards Her lair hear Her croaky reverberating words from within the mountain valleys:
"Morning, Ash." The quaking continues, fully uninterrupted. "Fine, thanks, you?"
The steady quaking pauses. Another yawn, this one shorter and more subdued. The quaking resumes.
Me, relaxed in a throne with My legs slightly spread.
you, snug and tight between My thighs, My cock draped over your head, your face pressed into My balls.
you are hugged between My legs, in My domain, in My ownership.
The lighting is dim. you can barely see anything other than the shadowy shapes of My hairy sex, with My thighs, My belly, and the seat of the throne in your peripheral vision.
It is quiet. Most of what you hear is your own breath against My body and around your face.
The scent of My crotch, overwhelming you, shutting down your mind a little more with each breath, seeping into you with each passing moment.
you can feel My warmth radiating from My body, from My crotch and legs, washing over you like a blanket.
The gentle pulsing of My half-hard cock.
The slow, steady roiling and churning of My sack, which you feel against your nose, and which you can see clearer and clearer as your eyes adjust. The mass of My sack gently whorling and shifting around in circular motions as My cum flows through it.
Warm. Surrounded. Owned. Safe.
The fluid churning within My sack.
