This choice: Catherine, who happily takes her prize back to her room. • Go Back... Manuela let out an annoyed groan. “I just can’t ever get lucky can I?” She complained, sitting back and knocking her knee against the table. Causing Shamir to stumble to the floor before she could get a good look at Byleth’s hand. The blue haired professor’s expression was as always unreadable.
Finally, she shifted her gaze upward to see Catherine looking down at her with a wicked grin on her face. “Looks like I wun you again short stuff!” She giggled, before reaching down to pick up her all but naked form.
Shamir couldn’t contain help but squirm as a shiver went down her spine as the knight‘s fingers roughly pinched her, squeezing her breasts by accident. Or… maybe not. “C-Catherine!” She stammered, nearly biting through her lip as she was held up before her smiling face.
“Like I said, you’re all mine!” She said happily, before starting to undo her boot.
“What’re you doing?” Manuela asked, sounding quite curious.
“I said I’d stuff her where the sun don’t shine.” Catherine giggled, her steamy alcohol scented breath washing over Shamir and sending another shiver down her spine.
“Quite creative…” Byleth remarked, watching the knight set her boot down on the table. Shamir could have sworn that she saw the blue haired woman ever so slightly bite her lip as Catherine began to move her towards her boot.
“In ya go partner!” She said, before releasing her grip around her sending her tumbling down into the dark cavern below. Immediately, it almost felt as hot as it had been inside of Catherine’s shirt. And that was even before her foot came back in it.
The blonde knight’s immense blue eyes gazed town at her tiny little form as she fell into the tunnel below. The infinitely satisfied grin never leaving her face as Shamir landed down in the heel of her boot. Before she could even try and get up, she found herself sliding towards the toe of the boot as Catherine dropped it back down to the floor. “Who needs socks.” She heard Catherine drunkenly proclaim as the booming of footsteps resonated around her.
“Oh my…” Manuela chuckled, seemingly growing ever the more curious about this shrunken little adventure that Shamir must be experiencing. She couldn’t help but imagine what the songstress would have done if she had won…
But that thought was quickly interrupted by the sound of shuffling from the mouth of Catherine’s boot as what little light managed to get into the toe section vanished as her foot began to slide inside. “Here it comes~” She drunkenly laughed as she began to pull her boot on, the sound of skin rubbing on leather slowly drawing closer.
Shamir laid on her back, eyes wide as her hearing was the only sense that told her of the blonde’s approaching toes. A faint moan escaped her lips as it seemed to grow even warmer as it sounded like the giantess’ foot was almost right on top of her!
And then in an instant it rolled over her like a cavalry charge sweeping over a battalion of archers that they had flanked. The bulbous mass of a toe slid over her, and quickly her lower body was pinned beneath Catherine’s sole. Conveniently, her head was free in the gap between her toes and her sole.
“Mmmm, I can feel her down there…” Catherine purred as the professors both watched her somewhat enviously. Her toes scrunched and squeezed Shamir tightly beneath her as a familiar laugh of satisfaction rang out from above.
Shamir cringed, futilely trying to stop the overwhelmingly pleasant sensation washing over her body from taking over. But she couldn’t… truth be told she didn’t want to. So she gave in to it.
“Well, it’s been fun ladies, but I’ve got to go have my fun now…” The knight chuckled triumphantly, tapping the toe of her boot once. Unintentionally squeezing Shamir all the tighter beneath her sole. The little purple haired woman let out a gasp of pleasure as she was so effortlessly squeezed all the tighter for a moment.
“Mind if I take the rest?” Catherine’s voice asked as the distant muffled sound of a cask scraping against the table.
“Go ahead.” Byleth replied, before Catherine hefted the cask along with her and started to walk back to her quarters. Each step put a renewed squeeze on Shamir that sent new jolts of pleasure though her.
She felt like a speck compared to Catherine. Each little step completely smothered her beneath the humid squishy surface that enveloped her. But eventually Catherine threw open the door of her quarters and strode in.
After a few moments of moving around, Catherine finally began to slip off her boot so she could start her fun anew…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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