making out with a girl by shoving the whole upper half of her body into my maw and clamping it shut around her so she can't escape, then shoving my huge thick tongue down her throat and it's too big so she chokes a little but it's okay because we're in love
Clara discovers a borrower listening to her CD player and realizes she's her type.
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Clara sat at her vanity and did her makeup. She couldn’t stop glancing towards her bookshelf in the reflection. She applied her lipstick and pressed her lips together. She took one last glance in her mirror and fixed her bangs.
She was met with silence, which was anticipated. “I’ll put the Talking Heads on, you seemed to be enjoying them the other day.” Clara stood and walked over to the CD player, it had been her father’s. She popped open the case and fed the disk into the machine. She hit play and turned to face the bookshelf.
“Don’t worry, there’s no reason to be scared of me.” She shot them a smile that she hoped came off as reassuring. She wondered if she was truly crazy for a moment, but she knew what she had seen.
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Three days ago Clara raced out of the apartment for work. She hadn’t slept well and she was running late. She had been halfway to the train station when she realized she had forgotten her lunch. She could see it, perfectly packed up and perched on the kitchen counter.
“Fuck me!” She groaned. After a moment of debating whether it was worth it she spun around and ran back home.
As she cracked open the front door she was surprised to hear music leaking from her room. She frowned, realizing she must’ve left the player on. She approached her room; something in her told her to move slowly. She cracked the door and peeked inside, instantly she froze.
There, sitting directly in front of her CD player, was a tiny person. A tiny girl.
Her eyes were closed, she was completely blissed out as she listened to the music. She tapped her knee along to the beat.
She was so absorbed in it that she didn’t even notice the human’s presence. Clara could only stare, part of her wanted to get her attention, grab her, call out to her, something. But the idea of breaking the peaceful trance stopped her.
She stared for another moment before slowly stepping back. She grabbed her lunch and snuck out of the apartment. She was sure to click the door shut quietly.
Clara walked to the train in a haze, unable to process what she had seen. Had she been hallucinating? Maybe it was the lack of sleep…
The next morning Clara got ready, trying to be as casual as possible; ‘And She Was’ by the Talking Heads played from the tinny speakers. She wondered if the girl was watching her… Where had she even come from?
She slung her bag over her shoulder and turned off the CD player. She left her bedroom. She grabbed her lunch and opened the front door; she swung it wide and let it slam.
She carefully crept back towards her room, peeking through the crack in the door. For a moment there was nothing, absolute stillness. Then, suddenly, a small form stepped from behind her bookshelf. Her eyes glimmered with curiosity, she wet her lips and watched the girl climb onto her vanity. She made it look so easy.
The tiny thing looked around before she reached forward and pressed the power button on the CD player. She sat down and visibly relaxed. She closed her eyes and nodded along to the music.
Clara realized she was smiling softly to herself. The little thing was her type, short, dark hair. She was wearing a tank top, just short enough to show her mid-drift, and baggy pants. Androgynous in all the right ways. She couldn’t believe her luck.
She debated joining her but she knew she would probably scare the little thing off.
She supposed in some way she should be mad, for all she knew the girl had been stalking her. She was sneaking around in her room while she was at work. But Clara wasn’t mad, anger didn’t even cross her mind. She found it unbelievably endearing.
She had to meet her.
Clara took one more morning, she watched her process and admired her from afar. She was well aware that if this went badly she might scare her off for good. She prayed that wouldn’t be the case.
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“Don’t worry, there’s no reason to be scared of me.” Niamh’s stomach dropped as Clara smiled directly at her hiding spot. It was like she had fucking X-Ray vision.
She shrank back as the girl left the room. She heard the door slam shut but she didn’t dare move. How the hell had she seen her?
Niamh sat frozen in fear as The Talking Heads played through the room. She trembled slightly, what did this mean for her? Would she have to leave? She shook her head, staying wasn’t an option at this point. She had been seen.
It felt like her whole world was falling apart, a human… Fucking Clara… The girl she had lived beneath for three years. The human she admired and her beautiful, stable, safe home. She would lose all of it. Or she could trust Clara… She had said-
“Fuck no.” Niamh mumbled to herself, shaking her head. She dropped her face into her palms. She was so fucked.
Ultimately the borrower decided to stick it out, she had packed an emergency bag just in case. She decided to give the human three days. Three days to prove that she wasn’t a monster, that she wasn’t going to hunt her down or tear open the walls.
During that time Niamh laid low, while getting ready she could tell that Clara was looking at her hiding spot in the mirror. Almost longingly.
There was an intimacy there, each girl staring at each other, even if it was through a thick wooden bookshelf. If Niamh thought too hard about it she would drop her gaze, her cheeks warm.
Clara was stunning, beautiful in every way that Niamh wasn’t. The girl had long curls and tan, freckled skin. She took her time doing her makeup each morning and kept herself impeccably groomed. The borrower was jealous of her, but sometimes it felt deeper than that. A want.
Every morning as she left, the human would flip on the CD player. Occasionally she would talk aloud but Niamh would never dare to respond or show herself. Clara never did go after her; she never even got close to the bookshelf. It felt like she was actively avoiding it. In a way, Niamh felt guilty. Making her walk on eggshells in her own home.
“I’m sorry.” Niamh quickly lifted her head, eyes wide as she realized Clara had stopped doing her makeup. The human fiddled with her makeup brush. “I didn’t mean to scare you off, hell, I… I don’t know if you’re even still here.” She mumbled. “I was hoping… I mean… I-I don’t know what I was hoping for. I’m just, really sorry.” She wiped her eyes and grabbed her bag. Niamh watched with wide eyes as she rushed from the room, the borrower jumped as the front door slammed.
Guilt wormed into her stomach.
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Clara was exhausted by the time she got home. Defeated from work and dreading returning home. The one-bedroom felt especially lonely these days. Usually at work she would daydream about the tiny girl, but those fantasies had quickly soured.
She sighed and dropped her bag and her jacket on the couch. She stepped into her room, she lifted her head and her eyes widened as she noticed the girl on her vanity.
“Oh shit.” Clara blurted, “H-Hey.” She breathed softly, her eyes were wide as they looked her over. She couldn’t believe it. There she was, tiny as she had remembered and waiting for her.
“Hi.” The girl uttered, her voice was unbelievably soft. Her tiny hands were tightly clasped in her lap. She was scared, obviously.
Clara couldn’t get over how absolutely minuscule she was, only a few inches tall. “I, I can’t believe you came. I thought, I thought for sure you would’ve… Um.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “Can I sit down?” She asked softly.
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Niamh nodded slowly. Her heart was hammering in her chest, she had her hands clasped tightly in her lap to try and keep them from shaking. With each step Clara took the vanity shook ever so slightly.
As she approached Niamh had to crane her neck to see her face. It made her stomach drop, her instinct was to run but she forced herself to sit still. She wiped the perspiration from her palms on her pants, her knife was tucked into her waistband just in case.
As Clara sat, she filled Niamh’s entire view. When the borrower lifted her face she found Clara looking down at her; her eyes didn’t have an evil glint that borrowers had been warned to expect. There was no animosity there.
Instead her eyes were tender and almost… affectionate, Niamh felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She couldn’t believe Clara was looking at her like that.
She dropped her gaze and fiddled with her hands. Even when she wasn’t looking at the human her presence was impossible to ignore. Niamh could hear her breathing, feel her gaze, and could even feel the warmth she seemed to omit.
She composed herself and opened her mouth to speak. “I-I’m sorry I made you so sad.” Niamh uttered after a moment, “I just… I wasn’t sure what you would’ve done to me and…” She trailed off, she shook her head.
“No, no,” Clara said quickly, shaking her head. “You really don’t have to apologize. But, I promise I won’t hurt you.” She reiterated, “My name is Clara.”
Niamh looked up at her, she was starkly aware that the human was softening her voice for her sake. When she spoke on the phone or when her friends were over Clara was much louder, more animated. She clearly was doing her best not to scare her.
She nodded as she introduced herself, “I’m Niamh.” She said softly.
“So… Like what happened to you?” Clara asked her. She placed her elbow on the vanity and rested her cheek into her palm.
Even though the movement was slow and deliberate Niamh still stiffened. She willed herself to relax and looked back towards her face. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, did you shrink, or?” Clara tapped her cheek with her pointer finger absentmindedly as she watched the tiny girl.
“Shrink? No, no…” Niamh smiled softly, “No, I was, I was born like this. I’ve always been small.” She confessed.
“Really? So you’re like a fairy?” Clara’s eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement.
Niamh laughed softly, quickly shaking her head. “No, no, nothing like that.” She whispered. “I think, uh, humans call us borrowers.”
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Clara’s eyes widened as she laughed, god she was cute. She smiled down at her, she wanted to touch her so badly. To feel her in her hands. She would easily be able to curl in her palms.
“Borrower?” Clara repeated softly. She made a mental note to look it up later. Each time Niamh met her eyes it felt like electric shock was rushing through her veins. “This might not be appropriate but… Could I touch you?” Immediately she winced, “God that sounds so weird, but like… I just… I want to make sure you’re actually real.”
She could see that the little borrower had bristled at the idea. She was frowning, she looked fucking scared. “Um…” Was the only sound that she produced.
Quickly Clara shook her head. “Sorry, I’m sorry, Niamh. That wasn’t cool, I didn’t mean to overstep.” Her face felt hot, she was embarrassed.
“I’m real.” Niamh promised, Clara met her eyes and nodded.
Suddenly a loud ring came from Clara’s phone which made both girls jump. “Sorry! Um…” Clara picked up the phone. “H-Hey!” She said, biting her lip as she continued to hold eye contact with Niamh.
“Where are you? Wasn’t the reservation for 7:00?” Jules, Clara’s best friend, asked.
Clara’s eyes widened. “Oh fuck, um, I totally forgot. I can get there in like thirty. Shit, I’m sorry…” She apologized.
For some reason she felt a bit of resentment towards her friend; it felt like she had burst this bubble that was Clara and Niamh. She had stepped into their little universe, Clara didn’t want to leave. She wanted to keep talking to Niamh for hours.
She hung up the phone and looked down. “I-I have to go.” She told her regretfully. “Maybe, I’ll see you tomorrow?” She was hopeful, she hoped Clara wanted to see her again even if she had made her uncomfortable by asking to hold her.
Niamh nodded. “Yeah… Tomorrow.” She agreed, shooting her a small smile.
Clara felt relief wash over her, she grinned and nodded. “Cool, um, have a good night. I’ll see you soon!” She said as she stood from the desk. She glanced back to wave and tripped over her rug. She flushed and rushed out of the room.
Her heart was still racing by the time she got to the train station. She was elated.
“Did you get fucked?” Jules suddenly asked in the middle of dinner.
Clara almost dropped her fork, “I’m sorry?” She asked, eyes wide.
Jules grinned, “You’re fucking glowing, Clara. And you sounded weird as fuck on the phone.” She laughed at her flustered face. “It’s fine, this is exciting! I’m stoked for you.” She laughed.
‘Actually I didn’t get fucked, I just ran into a tiny girl who happens to like the same music as me and I might kind of want to have sex with her even though logistically that doesn’t make any fucking sense sense’.
Is what she wished she could have told her but she knew she owed Niamh secrecy. Instead Clara just buried her flushed face in her hands and shook her head as Jules cackled.
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The next morning Niamh scaled the vanity as Clara sat doing her makeup. She hadn’t been able to sleep; she just laid there and thought of the meeting they had. She had heard Clara return to the apartment much later in the evening and climb into bed which was directly above her home in the floorboards.
Niamh watched her apply her blush for a moment before hesitantly stepping into the open. “Hey.” She greeted softly. She smiled as Clara’s eyes widened and immediately brightened.
“Hey! I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” She admitted with a shy smile. “Glad I didn’t scare you off.” She said, snapping the compact shut.
Niamh quickly shook her head, “What are you listening to?” She asked, sitting on one of Clara’s many palettes. She watched her do her makeup curiously.
“This is Joy Division.” She told her, smiling. She reached over Niamh’s head to grab the case. She moved at dizzying speed, Niamh swallowed thickly but didn’t flinch. Clara showed her the cover, “Do you like it?”
Niamh nodded. “I like all of your music.” She told her. She smiled softly as the human’s cheeks immediately flushed.
“T-Thanks.” She mumbled shyly. “If you ever want anything specific just tell me.”
Niamh nodded, grateful for how casual all of this was.
They continued to meet up in the mornings and evenings; they were getting familiar and comfortable with one another.
Several nights later Niamh looked up at Clara as she told her about her day. It was late, the room was dimly lit; they were listening to Echo & the Bunnymen.
Niamh could see her fingers tapping on her cheek. She had realized she only did that when she was itching to touch her, instead she would tap her own skin. A distraction, a supplement.
“Clara.” She interrupted, smiling as she looked down at her in surprise. “I’m giving you permission to touch me.” She wanted her to touch her, but she wasn’t bold enough to say that.
For a moment Clara just stared at her in surprise. “Are… You sure?” She whispered.
Niamh smiled, nodding. A bit of nervousness wormed into her stomach but she trusted Clara… She really did.
She watched as Clara carefully reached forward, very carefully she slid her hand behind her back. She hadn’t touched her yet, she was inches from her, but Niamh could feel the heat radiating from her palm.
She looked up, Clara was giving her these puppy-dog eyes. Still asking for permission. Niamh rolled her eyes, smiled, and leaned back. She let herself fall against the cushy flesh of her palm.
She heard Clara’s breath hitch, Niamh shivered as her massive thumb ran along the side of her head, over her hair and down her shoulder. It was incredibly intimate, Niamh looked up at her and shivered as her thumb continued down her side. Her pointer finger appeared on the other side of her and pinched her carefully.
Niamh gasped as she was lifted, her hands clung to Clara’s fingers. She was carefully set into the human’s other hand. She was cupped in them carefully. Niamh looked up at her, blushing at her awed smile.
“Don’t look at me like that.” She mumbled, blushing deeply. She covered her face with her arm, her other hand sinking into the flesh of her palm. Clara’s thumb came up to lower her arm, her manicured nail ran along the skin.
“I think you’re lovely.” Clara told her softly.
Niamh looked up in surprise as she said that. The human’s eyes were soft, full of admiration and want. It felt like the borrower’s heart was going to stop in her chest. “A-Are you trying to kill me?” She managed with wide eyes.
Clara smiled, chuckling softly. Her thumb carefully brushed her cheek; she was so goddamn gentle. Niamh brought up her hand to press against her thumb nail, holding it there. Clara’s eyes scanned her face, they were inches apart.
She heard Clara swallow thickly. “What would you do if I kissed you right now?” The human whispered.
Niamh couldn’t take this. She sat up in her palm and planted her hands on Clara’s upper lip and leaned in. She pressed a soft kiss to her bottom lip. She shivered as Clara shifted her grip to hold her closer, her pointer finger pressed to the back of her head.
Clara kissed her back, her lips enveloping the borrower’s head. Niamh whimpered, she was so warm, so soft. Everything about her was so soft, she couldn’t believe this was happening. She kissed her back, her hand hesitantly running along the human’s jaw.
She shuddered as Clara’s tongue slipped out and tasted her. She whimpered with want. She opened her mouth and shuddered as the tip of the tongue explored. “Clara…” She whimpered as the tongue retreated. She was pulled back, and looked up at the girl.
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Clara’s eyes were soft as she looked at the tiny girl in her palm. Her hair was mussed, her face was damp, and cheeks were rosy. She was so beautiful. Clara couldn’t help but peck another kiss to her face.
“Clara,” the borrower whispered again.
She hummed in acknowledgement, kissing down her neck gently. It elicited a delightful little whine. She shivered as Niamh’s little hands pressed into her lips.
“I want you, I-I…” Niamh panted, “Clara please.” She whispered.
Clara pulled away to search her little face, her eyes were desperate and pleading. God she was so fucking hot. The human pulled her to her chest and stood. She climbed into her bed and laid the little thing on her pillow.
She propped herself on her elbows and pushed her thumbs into Niamh’s hands. She kissed her deeply before kissing down her neck, her chest, her stomach.
She hummed as the borrower whimpered and squeezed her thumbs. She nosed up her shirt, kissing at the bare flesh of her torso. “C-Clara…” She whined.
The human grinned and pinched her shirt, easily pulling the tank top off of her. There was no bra. She took a moment to take her in before licking her upper lip and leaning back down. She wanted to make her feel good, so good she would never want to leave.
She kissed her tits, tongue snaking out to circle each nipple. She listened to the little squeals and whimpers of pleasure. She felt her little hands reach up to grip her nose. She opened her eyes and saw Niamh’s head thrown back.
She pulled away with a soft pop, she leaned down and bit her waist band. She easily tossed them aside. She smirked. “You always go around without panties on?” She teased, her thumb slipping under her thigh and touching her. Niamh gasped, eyes shooting open and looking up at her.
Clara’s eyes sparkled. “So wet…” She mumbled, her other thumb hooked around her other thigh and pulled them open carefully.
“F-Fuck…” Niamh mumbled, Clara could feel her eyes on her as she leaned down, tongue first. She licked into her, tasting her, drinking her in. “C-Clara, my, my god. Fuck.” Niamh moaned.
Niamh found her clit and circled it with her tongue. She felt the tiny girl twitching and squirming. “Breathe.” Clara reminded between licks.
She felt the tiny body let out a shuddering exhale, the noises she was making were almost animalistic. So desperate.
Clara sucked and licked, swallowing down the juices leaking from her. She watched as Clara threw her head to the side, watching her. “C-Clara…” She panted, she watched the human lap at her before arching her back. Her legs twitched and she moaned loudly.
Clara hummed, continuing to slowly lap at her, coaxing her down from the orgasm. She pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting them.
She kissed the inside of each of her thighs then up her stomach, her chest, finally her neck. She pulled away and brushed her hair to the side. She pressed a careful kiss to her face.
“Was that what you wanted?” She murmured, admiring her as she panted and tried to catch her breath. Clara gently kissed her neck.
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Niamh was still basking in the afterglow, she lifted her neck as she gently lapped at her neck. “You next… Please, let me.”
She looked at Clara, smiling at the surprise on the human’s face. “Niamh, I-I don’t know if that’ll work…”
Niamh shook her head, pressing her hand on her cheek. “I do… Take off your clothes.” She whispered. She sat back, catching her breath as she watched Clara pull off her shirt.
She was so beautiful, Niamh was salivating. She swallowed thickly and watched as the human slipped down her skirt, then her thong.
She climbed back into the bed, “Are you sure?” Clara whispered again.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole life.” Niamh whispered, reaching up to kiss her. She stood, letting Clara scoop her up. The human sat up, biting her lip before placing the borrower between her thighs.
Niamh ran her hand along the thighs that towered above her. She smirked softly as the flesh twitched under her touch. She looked up, swallowing thickly as she gazed up at Clara’s cunt. It was beautiful, dripping already.
Niamh stepped up, running her hand along her folds. She grinned as she heard Clara whimper far above her. She stood tall and reached up to her clit, as she touched it the giant body above her jumped.
She licked her lips eagerly and leaned up and pressed a kiss to her clit. She lapped at it eagerly, pressing her entire body against Clara’s cunt.
The human’s cum coated her body, her hands pushed the hood back and she opened her mouth wide, taking Clara’s clit into her mouth. She whimpered and eagerly sucked and licked at it.
She got lost in it, occasionally hearing Clara moan her name or curse softly.
She hummed around it, the human’s fingers came down behind her, pressing her forward. Her thumb pressed the back of her head. She gagged slightly but didn’t dare stop. She licked and sucked obediently.
She twisted her head and pushed impossibly closer. “N-Niamh!” The human moaned, her body stiffened around her. Clara’s thighs closed in around her, squeezing her against the girl’s cunt.
She whimpered and continued to suck like her life depended on it. “Fuck…” Clara mumbled. Her fingers slipped around Niamh and pulled her off. “Jesus, Niamh…” She whispered as she pulled her to her face.
Niamh panted and looked up at her. “Was that okay?” She asked hopefully, only now becoming aware of the slight lock in her jaw. She looked up, smiling as she saw Clara’s blissed out face.
“Are you kidding?” The human whispered. She leaned down and kissed her deeply, lapping her cum off her face. “God you’re fucking amazing, Niamh.” She mumbled between kisses.
Niamh leaned into her, soaking in the affirmation.
That night Niamh laid beside her on the pillow, she watched her sleep, unable to believe how lucky she was. She watched her slightly parted lips, remembering the feeling of her against her. The words from the Echo & the Bunnymen rang in her head.
Geralt just took out a huge chort that was infesting the home of a very peculiar mage. They didn't care about their maid dying, they didn't care about their kitchen being smashed in during the fight, the only thing they cared about was that their garden and greenhouse were perfectly immaculately left alone.
they tell him their payment for him is worth ten of their manors, and that they are actually quite handsomely tipping him.
And then they hand him a little leather bag, about the size of his thumb.
He pulls open the drawstring and pours out his reward, and finds a single seed. Before he can complain, the door slams, and they refuse to answer.
He doesn't have time for this. He and his stupid little seed leave.
It's been days, and for some reason, the seed lingers in his mind. It infiltrates every thought. He finds himself unable to sleep, swearing he hears something. He thinks he may be cursed.
Geralt finally gives up, attaches a small pot to Roach's saddle, and plants the seed. He waters it, and it gets plenty of sun during their ride, and he can finally sleep again.
It's growing remarkably fast. Geralt begins worrying again. It's been mere days and it's sprouting a bud already. It appears to be a flower, which isn't usually something Geralt would drag along with him, but perhaps it can be useful when it blooms. Maybe it is good for potions?
He'll ask Lambert.
He's meditating one night when he hears muffled singing. He cracks an eye open and notices the closed bud of the flower is glowing from within. He sneaks over to where he placed the pot - on a stump while Roach rests - and squints his eyes.
The flower blooms and blossoms before his eyes, petals unfurling to reveal a miniature nude man kneeling in it's center, cradling a stamen as he vocalizes random vowels.
He looks up at Geralt with bright blue eyes and beams at him, holding his arms out as if he expects to be picked up and carried.
Geralt knew he'd end up cursed.
