Your brain was close to have a blue screen. Esdeath actually lusting for you? Especially given your actual tiny size? That was so outlandish. I mean, you could have it worse, considering the world of Akame ga Kill is pretty much filled with nasty pieces of work, some more cruel and hateable than others.
Esdeath continued watching the tiny object of her affections. After having stripped until she just had her white underwear, she felt like a giant predator about to pounce upon her prey. She didn't dislike that feeling, and actually was... euphoric, in a way.
Out of nowhere, Esdeath dropped her breasts over you, entrapping you between them. They had a considerably big size, but now that you're small, that effect was multiplied. You tried to struggle and find a comfortable place of sorts. That enticed Esdeath even more.
"Yes. More. Struggle more. Oh, I didn't know this felt so good" she thought
Up until recently, fighting and surviving were pretty much the only things she lived for. The Empire was more than happy to provide that for her, in exchange of her talents and loyalty. But, recently, she began feeling a void inside her, that no amount of fighting, killing or people tortured by her could satisfy. Beginning to get curious about what other people called "love", she began thinking that maybe that's what the source of that void was. Love was a foreign concept to her, but she was willing to explore it. She was thinking about hosting a tournament, gathering the strongest warriors, and the winner would have the prize of being hers. She would train him and seek ways to ensure his love. But then, she found him.
Esdeath didn't know why, but she felt... attracted to him, even lusting for him. But why? He was small, defenceless, pathetic, weak. Even then, she wanted him. There was something about the way that he looked at her, how he squirmed for his survival against the assaults of her bosom, that was... strangely endearing. She could even picture him pampering her, attending to her many "urges", even getting inside her...
I could make him mine. I could arrange things so he can't leave me. I'll protect him, and he'll pleasure me. Is this what they call love?
Esdeath wasn't sure, but she was willing to find out.
Meanwhile, you were trying not to get crushed by her breasts, trying to grab onto something, and failing. Even worse, this seemed to be arousind Esdeath even more, if her quiet moans were anything to go by.
There you were, between death and Esdeath. You just hoped to get out of this alive.
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