Blessed Ch. 10
Sparring with Fiona. 

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This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or older. It's all pretend, folks.

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So the days pass. Kit is kept busy by his sisters and mother. Mornings he spends with Gabby, filling her tight pussy repeatedly and squirting gallons of sperm into her womb. Then a light lunch and a nap. Afternoons with Grace, cuddling and making love, decorating her enormous breasts with thick ribbons of spunk and pumping her pussy full of the same. Then dinner with the whole family, and after that retiring to Serana's apartments for an evening of debauchery.

Kit doesn't get much rest. He is called upon to perform more or less continuously, but his supply of life-giving semen appears inexhaustible, even if he is not. The nap after lunch is sometimes the only rest he gets.

So it is with little surprise that, after the first bout of love-making with his mother one night towards the end of the first week, Kit begins to nod off.

A warm evening breeze, carrying the scents of jasmine and honeysuckle, blows through the open balcony doors. The candles decorating Serana's bedroom flicker, having momentarily flared like torches during their mutual climax. The wards Serana laid around the room shimmer with aftershocks, and Kit lies in his mother's arms, his head buried against her shoulder, trying to fight sudden and complete exhaustion.

Serana murmurs quiet nothings, her long fingers gliding up and down Kit's well-muscled back, a featherlight touch that leaves pleasant goosepimples on his flesh. Her pussy, filled to the brim with her son's love, still clutches greedily to Kit's softening member.

"I have news," Serana says huskily into Kit's ear.

Drowsy, he looks up into her glimmering green eyes. "News?" he says sleepily.

Serana looks down into her son's eyes with a smile tugging at her full lips. Her eyes are lit not only with eldritch fire, but a quiet joy that she can no longer contain. "I am with child," she says simply.

Kit blinks once, twice and is instantly awake. Kit opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He is momentarily stunned. Still, blood rushes to his cock, causing it to thicken and expand once more, nudging against his mother's gooey sugar walls. She hitches her breath slightly in response.

"Truly?" Kit finally asks.

Serana nods. "You have succeeded, my darling boy. Your seed has found root within me. Even now, our child grows inside my womb." She pauses, her smile faltering, as she examines him. "Does this news make you happy?"

"Yes," Kit says quickly. A tumult of emotions rage within him. Happiness, pride, confusion, melancholy, apprehension. "If you are pregnant, though, are we done?"

Serana laughs, not unkindly. Her pussy clamps tight around his thickening cock. "Of course not, my dear. Of course not. You think I would give up this marvelous piece of man-flesh for any reason?" She kisses him lightly and nuzzles his cheek with her nose.

"But is that all that concerns you?"

Kit shakes his head. He begins to move his hips, slowly fucking into his mother's wet and gooey pussy. He is silent for long moments, unwilling or unable to voice his fears, focusing instead on driving into his mother again and again.

Her thighs come up to wrap around him. Her hands cup his cheeks and draw his face to hers, her lips seeking out his. "Tell me, Kit," she says between kisses. "Tell me what troubles you."

Kit buries his face in his mother's neck once more, as his cheeks redden with shame. He feels hot tears at the corners of his eyes, and feels further ashamed at his weakness. "I fear," he whispers into her ear, "I fear that I will never see the child. Any of the children. That I will never return, that I will never know them and they will never know me." He sucks back a sob, mastering his emotions, but barely.

Serana says nothing, just wrapping herself around him and pulling him close. She kisses the top of his head. Her hips move against him, sucking him deeper and deeper. Slowly Kit calms himself, enough to look up into her face again.

Their bodies move in practiced rhythm, a harmony that came naturally upon their first coupling and has become second nature now. Kit can feel his mother's love like a physical presence, wrapping around him, passing through him. His heart wants to burst with returned love. For her, and for the child she now carries. His child.

But he is afraid.

"Kit," she says softly, eyes boring into his. "Even so far from the center of the Empire, I still have friends. I still can call upon favors. I have enough influence, at least, to avoid any potential trouble for this summer and the violation of taboos. I can even, if you wish it, find a way for you to evade your service on the front. I can get you stationed somewhere else."

The denial is automatic and half-voiced before she lays a finger against his lips. "Do not speak. Think, darling boy. I know only too well what you will face. I have fought there myself, and the gods know it has only grown worse since I strode those ramparts. I have already lost sons and daughters to the every hungry maw of war. People would not look too askance were I to refuse to send my last remaining Blessed child to face Outremer. Our family has done enough."

Kit hangs his head. The rhythm has faltered. He hovers motionless over his mother, his dark curls obscuring his features, his broad chest rising and falling as he contemplates her words.

"No," he says at last. "I fear that I will never know my children. But I think not knowing them would be a better fate than knowing them, yet being unable to look them in the eye." He takes a deep breath. His hips begin to move again, eliciting a pleasurable gasp from Serana. "I am a Daramour, and I could not safely call myself one were I to shirk my responsibilities."

Serana kisses him, fiercely and lustfully. Her eyes shine when as she pulls away. "Kit," she says, "you have become the man I always hoped you would be."

The time for talking is past. Kit kisses his mother's lips and tastes her tongue. His powerful arms brace against the bed as his pelvis moves repeatedly, driving his throbbing cock into his mother's honey pot. She responds enthusiastically, returning his kisses with equal passion, her hips moving in syncopation with his own. Serana looses several lustful cries as her excitement mounts. Her pussy walls tighten around her son's invading hardness, squeezing and caressing his muscular length as he drives himself into her repeatedly.

"Mother," Kit gasps as he pulls his lips briefly from hers. Her heavy breasts sway on her chest, hard nipples scraping against his well-defined pectorals.

"Yes, darling boy?" Serana says thickly, her voice hoarse with passion.

"You are having a baby."

Serana nods. "Yes, Kit."

"My baby."

Serana's radiant smile is like a benediction upon Kit's fevered heart. "Yes, Kit," she says again, breathlessly.

"Gods, Mother, I can't," Kit grunts out, before his throbbing cock expands in his mother's depths and begins to erupt, sending swirling ribbons of thick, viscous semen into her molten core. Where his seed has already found root, where new life already begins to grow. Kit's orgasm extends at the thought, his massive cock continuing to throb and buck and spit out its precious spend, filling his mother to overflowing.

Serana's own crisis follows hard on the heels of her son's. She knows his heart now, feels his pride and love and relief and happiness through his touches and caresses and the look of pure joy upon his face as her words seemed to trigger his eruption. She feels his hot semen squirting deep inside her and begins to shake and shiver with her own eruption. Her pussy walls clamp tightly around his throbbing cock as he buries it deep inside her, holding him still as he deposits his delicious, life-giving fluid inside her. Her orgasm starts with a tingling sensation in her clit, all but mashed beneath Kit's pubis, and explodes outward at an exponential rate, enveloping her entire lush frame in moments.

The wards around the room sparkle and shimmer as the couple releases energy into the air. The energy rebounds upon the thrashing couple, washing through them, extending their pleasure indefinitely.

Eventually all is still save for heavy breathing and soft, wet kisses.

"You are happy, then?" Serana whispers, knowing the answer.

"More than I can say, Mother."

"Good." Another soul-searing kiss that curls Serana's toes and makes Kit begin to stiffen inside her once more.

"Now, as to the other concern, sweetling, all this means is that you must come home to us." She kisses her son on the forehead, a mother's kiss this time. "I will accept nothing less."

Kit smiles. "As you wish."

*

Kit's morning with Gabby is almost anti-climactic, given the events of the evening. He is not really all there while he makes love to his sister on her four poster bed, going through the motions mechanically. Although his relationship with Gabby is not as passionate as the ones he has with either his mother or Grace, Gabby nonetheless notices the difference.

"You feeling okay, Squirt?" she says with her thighs wrapped around him and her arms on his broad shoulders. Her dark, pageboy cut hair sticks sweatily to her forehead.

"Sorry," Kit says. He kisses her lightly on the lips and gives his embedded cock a long flex that makes Gabby shiver deliciously. Her big tits shake and her thighs quiver. "I guess I'm a little distracted."

"I can tell you're not dreaming about Grace's enormous titties, because that usually makes you cum faster," Gabby says blithely. Kit feels his cheeks grow hot. "Something happen between you and Mother last night?"

Kit wants to tell Gabby about their mother's pregnancy, but senses that Serana will do that herself when the time is right. So he gives voice to his other concern. He looks away from Gabby's concerned look, towards the headboard and its carved curlicues.

"Do you ever think about what it will be like to raise my child? Without me around to help?"

Gabby reaches up and places a palm against Kit's cheek, drawing his gaze back down to her. "As to the first, almost constantly. I'm actually excited by the prospect of becoming a mother." She smiles, almost shyly. "To have another person growing inside me, and then get to see how they grow up and become themselves, bit by bit. To be able to teach them about the world and be able to see it all through their eyes. It's an amazing, awesome responsibility. I honestly can't wait."

Kit feels something like pain twist his heart. These are things he has thought about as well this past week, things he is fairly certain he will never have the opportunity to experience.

"As to the second," Gabby says slowly, watching the emotions play across Kit's face, "you're on the front for a minimum of two years, correct? Then another four serving elsewhere in the Empire before you can muster out. So six years tops, and one of those should be taken up mostly by me growing the baby anyway. They'll be five when you make it home. I admit, not a great scenario, but not insurmountable."

Kit blows air through his cheeks. "And what if I never come back?"

He is surprised by the sharp crack of her palm against his cheek. Kit blinks despite himself.

"Never say that." Gabby's voice is fierce and low, her gray eyes narrowed to slits. "Never even think it. The Gods are not that cruel, Kit. You will come home to us."

He is touched by her certainty. Even with the mark of her palm still stinging his cheek, Kit leans down to kiss his sister deeply and passionately. "Okay," he says quietly. She smiles and nips his nose. His cock throbs deep within her honeypot and he begins to move his hips again. Gabby writhes happily beneath him.

He wonders if she, too, is already pregnant.

*

As lunch is wrapping up and the family is breaking up to go their separate ways, Grace slides up beside Kit and wraps an arm around him. She is wearing that gorgeous red dress she wore to meet him on his first day back, and it clings to her lush curves in ways that draw Kit's hungry eyes. The now familiar feel of her heavy breasts against is arm is welcome, as is the brush of Grace's lips against cheek. "You look serious, my love," she says.

Kit thinks briefly about burdening Grace with his dour thoughts but thinks better of it. Not here in the dining hall, at any rate. He is becoming all too aware of what Serana told him after the battle at Punting, about presenting different personas in different environments. Here in public Kit must be the courageous young captain, dashing and motivated, whatever his internal doubts. In the privacy of Grace's chambers, he can be more himself.

"I'm fine," he says, hugging her close. He tries to ignore the way Eva hurries from the room, or how Belle shakes her head and reaches for another wine glass at the obvious intimacy between him and his oldest sister.

Grace pokes a finger into his chest. "We will talk later," she says. The finger comes up and gently flicks Kit's nose. "Until then, cheer up, Kit. It's a beautiful day, you've just had a lovely meal, and you have an afternoon in my arms to look forward to."

Kit smiles widely, an unforced reaction. He wraps both arms around Grace and pulls her even closer, finding her lips and kissing her deeply. She makes sounds of approval and thrusts her tongue between his lips to taste him.

She pulls away with a grin. "It is going to be a long afternoon session in the court," she complains. She gives him a playful slap on his backside. "Rest up, Kit, you're going to need your energy later." With a swirl of crimson skirts, Grace departs the dining hall, leaving Kit alone.

"You look like you just lost your best friend," says a voice to Kit's left, and he turns, momentarily startled. His senses should be attuned to his surroundings. No one should be able to sneak up on him like that, but then again Grace is very distracting.

Fiona stands about five feet away, one hand on a broad hip. She wears a loosely fitted green blouse with an open neck that shows a brazen and enticing amount of cleavage. Tight black slacks emphasize the length and power in her legs. A pair of green dyed doeskin boots, calf-high, cover her feet. Fiona's long brown hair, lightened and turning blonde from long exposure to the sun, falls loosely past her shoulders. Her full pink lips twist in a friendly smile, and there is humor and sympathy in her bright green eyes.

"Fiona," Kit says, trying desperately to hide his surprise. "I didn't realize you had stayed behind."

Fiona looks in the direction of the door through which Grace recently retreated. "I'll bet," Fiona says with a laugh. "You're quite taken with Gracie, aren't you? I would have figured you to be more interested in Gabby."

Kit opens his mouth and closes it, uncertain how to respond. "I like Gabby a lot," he says eventually. "But Grace and I have something... special, I guess."

Fiona steps closer. "I'm glad, Kit." She puts a hand on his shoulder in a companionable way, and Kit can't help but notice the callouses of a dedicated warrior marring her fingers and palm. "Grace deserves some happiness. So do you."

"Thanks," Kit says.

"But...," Fiona adds, meeting Kit's eyes, "I think its past time you started paying attention to your other sisters. Like me."

Kit blinks. His cheeks burn. "Of course." He's been so obsessed with Grace and Mother and satisfying Gabby, as well as mulling over his discussion with Eva and his own impending military service, that he's forgotten the range of his duties. "Where would you...?"

Fiona laughs. "Such a romantic, Kit. Tell you what, why don't you meet me outside on the practice field in about ten minutes. If you've got a practice sword you like, bring it, otherwise I think there's enough equipment for the both of us."

Kit is confused. "You want to spar?"

Fiona gives him a wink. "To start." She gives him a friendly poke in the ribs. "Besides, you're getting soft with all this good food and constant sex. You need to keep in shape if you're going to the front in a few months."

Fiona leans in close, biting her lower lip. Kit smells the jasmine tang of her perfume and beneath that her animal musk, scents that make his head swim. "You can also think of it as foreplay," she says with a laugh.

Then she's gone. Kit stands alone in the dining hall as pretty servants clear away dishes and surreptitiously admire his broad shoulders and narrow hips. Ignoring them, he considers Fiona's proposition. It is not long before he realizes that this may be exactly what he needs.

*

The practice field is a small open area outside the walls of the mansion. The grass is trimmed short, the fighting square mapped out by knee high stakes and twine. A stone shed stands outside the square, and Fiona is rummaging in it as Kit approaches.

She looks up and gives him a welcoming smile. Her long hair is tied into a loose ponytail and her blouse is mostly unbuttoned, showing flashes of cleavage and a sturdy black bra.

"Take what you'd like," Fiona says. She pulls a padded coat out of the shed and gives it a shake. "A bit musty," she muses, "but it should do." She strips off her blouse momentarily, showing off her full breasts in their black cups, her smooth muscular belly, and her powerful arms. There's a puckered scar on the left side of her abdomen, and three pale lines across her right bicep. Neither of the old wounds detract from Fiona's casual, athletic beauty.

She has the padded jerkin on and buckled in moments, her movements practiced and economic. Kit follows suit, stripping off his dress shirt and replacing it with a quilted coat. The heavy garment is almost stifling in the island heat, but it will serve as protection against all but the hardest blows. Kit further grabs a wooden shield and contemplates the long, smoothly polished pieces of wood that serve as mock swords. He finally settles on one that approximates the length, if not the weight, of his hand-and-a-half sword.

He turns to see that Fiona, disdaining a shield, has picked out a long staff that is about a foot taller than her. Kit tries not to let that bother him. Fiona already has a couple of inches on him, and probably a longer reach. With that staff, she'll be able to keep him at bay fairly easily. He watches as Fiona gives the staff a few practice twirls, enough to let him know that she is quite proficient with it.

Kit gives her a bow and an "after you" gesture, which his sister graciously accepts. She steps over the twine into the fighting square and proceeds to the opposite corner.

Kit looks back at the open door of the shed. "Helmet?" he asks.

Fiona's ponytail sways. "Not today. Just don't swing for my head."

"Fair enough," Kit concedes, leaving a practice cap behind himself. "Just as long as you adhere to the same rule."

Fiona just smiles. Kit steps over the twine into the square and takes his place at the near corner. His sister approaches and he meets her in the middle. They bow and step back.

And suddenly one end of the staff is hurtling for Kit's open side. He spins, gets his shield in the way, and feels the impact shiver his arm. Fiona is not playing. Even with the quilted jacket, if that had connected, Kit would be in serious pain at the moment.

Kit uses the shield to push back, using his greater weight and strength, but Fiona is quick on her feet, dancing backward, hoping Kit will stumble. He doesn't miss a step, slashing out with the sword, trying to score a hit with the tip, focusing on her arms and mid-section. But her staff is always there to block and knock away his blade, and she can meet him power for power. Grunting and cursing and sweating, brother and sister circle inside the square, each looking for an advantage.

Finally, Kit finds it. Fiona is slow on a backswing, allowing Kit to surge forward and tag her on the shoulder with the tip of his weapon. She grunts with pain and scampers backward, recovering quickly, knocking away Kit's follow up attack. But he presses the advantage, forcing her to give ground, driving her to the edge of square. His wooden sword is a blur and his shield an impenetrable wall.

Then, over the rim of his shield, Kit sees a strange look in Fiona's eyes. The green orbs flash with light. In the blink of an eye, his six foot two inch sister is suddenly over twelve feet tall. Armor, clothes, and weapons have grown as well, making her seven foot staff suddenly fourteen feet long and thick as a sapling.

Momentarily taken aback by the fact that he is now facing a giantess, Kit barely notices Fiona shift the grip on her staff. Instead of holding it at the middle, she now has both hands wrapped around one end of the staff, one hand on top of the other, reminiscent of the way she would hold that huge polearm she calls an ax.

Kit scampers backward on his heels, shield raised, as Fiona aims a two-handed swing at him. He feels the staff connect with his shield, feels as well as hears the shuddering crack that signifies his protection shattering into splinters, and has just enough sense to make himself roll with the blow. He surges to his feet only seconds later, his arm stinging but unbroken.

"Magic?" he yells, but she just laughs, a booming sound, huskier and deeper than her normal speaking voice. That big staff sweeps around again, and this time Kit has nothing with which to stop it. If he had a real sword, he would try parrying it. He's probably still stronger than her even now, or at least as strong, and he might be able to block. But not with this stick he has, which will probably shatter as easily as the shield did.

Instead, Kit figures that if she is going to cheat, than so will he. He lets a trickle of power loose and moves with tremendous speed, blurring his way across the square. Fiona moves in slow motion, her swinging staff passing harmlessly overhead. Kit darts in towards her.

His training comes back to him. Outremer frequently uses giants as shock troops, he knows, and there are standard tactics to use against them. Kit's wooden sword lashes out and connects hard against Fiona's unarmored inner thigh. A real sword, again, would have plunged in deep and sheared through the femoral artery, as lethal a wound as slashing a throat. Still, Kit hits hard enough to make Fiona's leg start to buckle. As her balance shifts, he pivots and hammers a stroke along her opposing knee.

There is a loud crash as the giant Fiona topples to the ground, halfway outside the fighting square. Kit lets the world resume its normal speed and stands over her with both hands on the hilt of his wooden sword, arms raised to deliver the killing blow.

Fiona looks up at him, wincing but grinning. "I asked for that, didn't I?" she says, her voice deep and sexy. Despite himself, Kit can't help but notice the bulge of Fiona's bust, even under the constriction of the padded armor. He wonders just how large her breasts are at this moment. But in the blink of an eye, Fiona returns to her normal proportions. She sits up groaning and rubbing her thigh.

"Are you okay?" Kit asks. He drops his practice weapon and takes a knee next to Fiona. Without asking, he places his own palm across her leg and chants a healing spell. Golden light emanates from his hands and soaks into her leg.

"The knee, too, please?" Fiona asks. "You little shit," she adds without rancor.

Kit smirks. "You're the one who used magic first," he says before chanting another minor healing spell over her knee. Fiona flexes both legs carefully, then climbs to her feet.

"Thanks," she says simply.

"I didn't know you could do that," Kit says.

"Pretty useful for sweeping a deck," Fiona answers. "I can't actually maintain that size for too long, but with my ax in hand I can cripple a crew and a ship with one good swing. Then it's mostly down to my marines mopping things up." She reaches down to scoop up her staff.

"Do you board enemy ships often?"

"Reavers are a constant threat out here in the islands. More mundane pirates and smugglers less so." Fiona smiles. "It keeps me busy."

Fiona steps close and puts a companionable arm around Kit's shoulders. "How are you feeling?"

Kit's eyes widen. "Me? Fine. Why?"

"Mother may have mentioned something to me."

Kit carefully extricates himself from his sister's embrace. "Like what?"

"Nothing bad, Kit. Just that you're a little anxious about going to the front. Not that I blame you. I've been in over two dozen battles on the high seas, and not for all the gold in the Scarlet City would I want to face down the maw of Outremer.

"But," she adds quickly, "you were great. They taught you well at the Academy. Most of the time when I grow, I just get blank faces of terror looking back at me. Sometimes they even dive off the ship to avoid getting split in half by my ax. Naturally this was just sparring, but you didn't even blink. And, I'm ashamed to admit, you dropped me on my ass pretty damn quickly."

Kit looks away momentarily. He looks back at Fiona. "Thanks, I guess."

"Sure." They stare at one another for a few seconds. Kit is the first to look away, his cheeks suddenly burning though he doesn't know why. "Anyway," Fiona says, "let's head back inside. We can do more sparring tomorrow. But healing always leaves me feeling a little gitchy. I need a beer, and maybe a soak, and definitely a good fuck."

Kit looks up sharply. "You're not very subtle, are you?"

"Never been accused as such, no," Fiona says with a laugh. "You game, little brother?"

Kit gives her an appraising look. "Can you do that growing thing at any time? Even in bed?"

Fiona rolls her eyes. "Boys are all the same. Tits bigger than your head and you lose your minds. My husband loves that trick, too, even though we go through more beds that way." She laughs at Kit's expression, a mix of lust and embarrassment. "Yes, Kit, I can do it any time. But as I said, not for long."

"Ok," Kit says slowly. "I might, uh, be able to help with that."

"Oh?" Fiona says with an arched eyebrow. "Do tell."

*

Fiona's apartments are spacious, clean, and well-organized. Her green-tinted armor adorns a mannequin in one corner and there are signs that she has been buffing and cleaning it. Her enormous two-handed ax leans against the wall beside the armor, the edge preternaturally sharp and gleaming in the early afternoon sun that leaks in through open windows.

On the desk are portraits of her family. Kit has only met her husband Han once, and the small painting hardly does the man justice. Kit remembers him as big, broad-shouldered, and smiling, perpetually moving and cheerful. The portrait has him in officer's dress and a serious expression on his aristocratic face. Fiona's children, Kit has never met, but he knows their names and can mostly recognize them by their pictures. Rai and Rao are the boys, twelve and ten respectively, who favor their father. Kara is only eight, and other than being blonde, looks a lot like Gabrielle did at that age, gawky and tom-boyish.

Kit feels a sudden pang as he looks over the portraits. Fiona threads an arm through his and names them all in turn for him. He flipped the boys, somehow. Rai is small for his age, apparently.

"How does Han feel about you being here this summer?" Kit is thinking of the fights that Grace and her husband Rick had prior to her leaving for Kaido. He doesn't like being the cause of strife in his sister's lives. But he also knows how much he needs Grace. "About what Mother has planned for all of us?"

"I think it turns him on, to be honest," Fiona says. Kit looks at her, incredulous. "What? My husband is a sick, perverted, twisted, wonderful man. It's one of the reasons we get on so well. He's one of the only partners I've ever had who can keep up with me."

She turns Kit towards her gently and he acquiesces, slightly off balance by her statement. "We haven't actually ever been exclusive, either. My first three children are all his. We made sure of that. But he no more expects me to keep from fooling around with other men than I expect him to keep from having sex with other women.

"This may seem odd, but it actually makes the time we do spend together all the more special." Fiona smiles. "And besides, I believe he sees this opportunity to father some bastards of his own while I am away."

Kit shakes his head, surprised and relieved and guilty all at once. "That's good," he says lamely.

"You were expecting something else?"

Kit blows air through his teeth. "Rik and Grace don't seem to be of one mind on this. And Eva finds the whole idea rather disgusting. Belle appears to be drinking herself into an early grave in order to work up the courage to do anything. I guess I'm just surprised that you and Han are both on board."

"Yes, we're a special case," Fiona says with a laugh. "The decadence of the Empire made flesh." She shakes her head, long hair whispering over her shoulders, suddenly serious. "I don't know if it will work out, if the effort of violating social taboos will prove fruitful as intended. But Mother believes it will, and that's enough for me."

Kit nods. "That's kind of how I feel."

"Also, you're getting your balls drained six times a day by beautiful, flexible, busty women."

"Yes, there's that, too."

"Women you're related to," Fiona adds, taking a step closer. She's not that much taller than Kit, but she's tall enough that he has to look up into her eyes. "I think that makes it all the hotter, don't you?"

Kit is about to say something in the affirmative, but instead grabs Fiona by the waist, pulls her lush, powerful body against his, and plants his lips on hers. Her full, moist lips part, allowing his tongue to dive between them and duel with hers. She moans softly and wraps her arms around him, pulling him close. Her huge breasts press against Kit's chest, and he feels one of her thighs press against his groin, where a growing hardness welcomes her heat.

As soon as it begins, it is over. Fiona retreats with a sexy little chuckle. She spins on her heels and glides into the bathroom, deftly unbuttoning her blouse as she goes. Kit admires the way Fiona's taut buttocks roll beneath her tight pants and then hurriedly follows.

A string of clothes leads into the bathroom and across the cool tiles. Fiona is just pulling her leggings off as Kit enters the room. She looks over her shoulder at him, bent over, globes of her muscular ass revealed by the tiny pair of green panties she wears. "You're wearing too much clothing young man," she says saucily.

Kit grins and starts divesting himself of his garments while Fiona stands in bra and panties and turns on the faucets. The deep, broad tub, inset in the floor, begins to fill. Steam follows.

Kit pulls his boots off as Fiona straightens. She looks at Kit with an arched eyebrow and a half-smile as she reaches behind her back with one hand. There's a soft sound of a snap coming loose. Fiona shrugs her shoulders, the straps of her bra coming down her arms, and catches the large cups with her other hand. She tosses the garment aside casually.

Kit pauses with one boot free to admire Fiona's lovely breasts. They are full and round, with just a hint of sag, curving nicely off her broad-shouldered frame and swaying slightly upon her chest. She shows no tan lines, and her large areolas and thick nipples are a rosy pink. With a cheeky grin, Fiona cups each breast and flicks her hardening nipples with her thumbs. "I'm not as big as Grace," she admits, "but I think these do the job."

"Don't let anyone describe your breasts as anything less than magnificent," Kit says honestly. He wants to hold them in his own hands and play with her nipples and suckle and lick and kiss, but first he has to get naked. Kit struggles with the rest of his clothes. Fiona watches, bemused, still wearing her panties, playing with her hefty breasts.

At last Kit stands naked, his long, thick cock standing proudly between his legs, his balls heavy and full of sap. Fiona eyes him appreciatively, nostrils flaring. "Grace said you would not disappoint," she half says to herself. Her eyes flick up to Kit's face. "Most impressive, little brother. I do believe I'm going to enjoy this."

With that, she grabs her panties at the waist and sweeps them down her long, muscular legs in one smooth movement. In doing show she bends over, her huge breasts swaying deliciously, her long hair running across her shoulders. She stands up, shameless and showing off. Her dusky lips are already pink and swollen, her pubis as bare as a babe's. Fiona flings her panties towards the door and clambers into the pool, groaning slightly as the steaming water washes over her muscles.

Nimbly, Fiona turns and shuts off the faucets, with the tub only halfway full. Kit approaches, the tiles cool beneath his feet but beginning to warm and bead with perspiration. He reaches out with an open hand and a bar of soap leaps into it. "Is that enough water?" he asks.

Fiona just smiles. She crouches in the water with both hands against the lip of the pool. Her green eyes flash and suddenly there is a wet and very naked giantess kneeling in the middle of the tub. Water sloshes over the rim, rolling under Kit's toes.

Kit looks admiringly at Fiona, impressed again at her powerful physique and curves, now magnified to heroic proportions. Her breasts, large enough before, are now bigger than his head and her dusky nipples are the length and thickness of his thumb. Her arms, slightly bent as she leans against the side of the tub, are longer than his legs. "What do you think?" she says huskily.

"Gorgeous," he says. Fiona's cheeks darken and she laughs self-consciously.

Those big hands come up to cup her enormous breasts and toy with her nipples again. "Not intimidated at all? I'm not too much woman for you?"

"To the latter, never. To the former, I can neither confirm nor deny." Kit steps closer and puts his hands out, placing them atop hers first. They are more than twice the size of his. She could wrap them around his waist and pick him up with ease. Somehow, that only serves to make his dick throb even harder.

"I can't stay like this too long," she reminds him. Her hands drop away, allowing Kit to place his palms against the smooth, tan, warm flesh of Fiona's massive breasts. "So we'd better get started."

Kit runs his hands over her hot, tanned skin. He watches her thick nipples harden, goosefesh erupting across the surface of her giant tits. He wants to bury his head between them, lick every expansive inch, suckle like a baby, and splatter them with his spend. But first he has to do a little work.

Kit reaches between Fiona's breasts, placing his fingertips against her breastbone. He draws a glyph on her skin, investing a trickle of power as he does, which causes the image to flare up with cold blue light momentarily. Fiona shudders and rolls her head back with a low moan. Her huge breasts sway, bumping against Kit's hand and arm. More water overflows the edge of the tub.

"What was that?" Fiona asks.

"I just added to the duration of your spell. It should last ten-fold now."

Fiona makes an approving sound which echoes in her chest. "That should give us a good half hour of fun time, littlest of brothers." Kit gasps despite himself as her big hands suddenly encircle his waist and lift him off the ground. He rises quickly, until his head is nearly brushing the ceiling, and he is looking down into Fiona's enlarged face.

She wears a sexy smirk, her beautiful face framed by her long hair, green eyes alight with power and lust. Fiona opens her mouth and drags her long, pink tongue along her full upper lip. Kit's cock bobs in anticipation, throbbing hungrily. Precum is already dripping from the plum-sized tip.

Slowly Fiona lowers him, but towards her this time. With a throaty rumble she presses him bodily against her bosom. Kit finds himself trying to wrap both arms around his sister's immense breasts. Even his shoulders are not up to the task. He marvels at their size and weight, and how far her breasts thrust out from her chest.

Fiona pushes him between her tits. It's a tight fit, but he does fit. Her skin is soft and warm. Her scent envelops him. She releases him briefly, letting him hold on to her and balance his feet on her muscular thighs, while she cups her tits and compresses them upon him. He feels more than hears her throaty chuckle.

Kit levers himself free. Fiona makes mild sounds of protest which change to satisfied noises as Kit embraces her right breast and begins to kiss and lick his way across its immense expanse. His hand cannot span her areola, and the proud nipple standing up in its center is as thick as one of Kit's fingers. He sucks it into his mouth eagerly, lathing it with his saliva. He feels her breast react to his suckling, shivering and rippling around his head as he goes to work. His hands roam over the breadth of her silky tit, stroking and squeezing. He cups it with both hands, or tries to anyway, amazed at the weight and heft of a single one of her breasts.

Before he is quite finished with the right breast, Fiona plucks him away and sets him before her left breast. With a smirk, Kit sets to, duplicating his efforts. Fiona strokes his back as he suckles at her tit, cooing all the while. Her thighs shake beneath his feet as she rubs them together.

"You have a talented little mouth, little brother," Fiona says huskily. She grips him again and lifts him up. Her nipple drags out of his mouth, quivering and wet, as she pulls him away.

With a sexy chuckle, Fiona cups his ass and directs his pelvis toward each breast in turn. His thick cock duels briefly with each nipple, anointing her tits with copious amounts of glistening precum. "Mmmm," she rumbles appreciatively. "My turn to tease you with my mouth."

Kit rises up again, high into the air in his sister's hands. He looks down and surveys her spectacular, enormous body, before she lowers him towards her once more.

She parts her lips as he descends. Her tongue extends outward to play with the thick stack of flesh between his legs. She licks him up and down, teasing the sensitive head of his cock with the very tip of her tongue. Her full, plush lips press against his shaft, pushing it into the hard muscles of his abdomen. Her tongue and saliva wash over the lower half of his dick, and suddenly his full, swollen balls are between her lips, both of them sucked into her huge, wet, hot mouth. She sucks lightly, humming at the same time. Kit's cock twitches and throbs above her lips. Precum drips down his length, splattering her lips.

She releases his balls and licks her way from stem to stern again. Her tongue burrows into his belly button and Kit contorts involuntarily.

"Ticklish?" Fiona says with a laugh. "Interesting."

"Don't you dare," Kit says, wagging a finger.

Fiona adopts an innocent expression. "Me?" she says, before leaning forward once more and capturing Kit's cockhead between her full lips. She sucks gently on the appendage, and he flexes, jetting precum across her tongue. Slowly Fiona devours his length, appallingly easily given her present size, and when her nose is buried in his sparse pubic hair, she widens her mouth slightly and swallows his balls again. He is entirely enveloped in warm wet heat as she gently sucks him.

Fiona's nostrils flare. Even at her height, his size means he is inside her throat, although not very far and not enough to restrict breathing. Her tongue undulates against his cock, while his balls nestle in the pocket between her lips and teeth. She massages every inch of him with her mouth, sucking, slurping, coaxing a load from his testes that is already threatening to erupt.

Kit's hips move on their own, but she controls him, holding him in the air, her mouth and lips and tongue insistent but not overpowering. "Fi," Kit moans. He reaches down and plants his hands in her hair, as much to hold himself steady as anything. He is so close now. He feels his ass clench and his balls jump and the charge building at the base of his cock.

Fiona, watching him closely all the while, thick brows knit in concentration as she ministers to him, smiles around his thrusting cock as his crisis quickly approaches. And then Kit's cock is throbbing and bucking and heaving. Thick viscous spirals of sperm-rich semen jet from his cockhead, directly into her throat. Fiona doesn't flinch, swallowing quickly, keeping his entire cock encased in her warm wet mouth as he throbs between her cheeks. Ribbon after ribbon pours out of him, into her belly, a milky white flood of potent maleness that seems never-ending.

She lets him slip free, dragging his cock partway out of her mouth, still cumming, sending the last few thick spurts onto her tongue. She swallows greedily, humming again, and at last lifts him away and sets him down beside the tub. He is still hard. Gasping, sweat dripping from his brow and chest, pubic hair matted by precum and saliva.

Looming overhead, Fiona licks her lips and dabs daintily at the corners of her mouth with a fingertip. "Were I normal size," she says, "I fear you would have drowned me. Do you always cum so much, Kit?"

"Usually," he says, getting his breath under control. He looks up at her swaying breasts, so firm and huge and lovely, and his cock throbs and his breath hitches once more. Water washes over him again as Fiona shifts in the tub, rising upward, her head brushing the ceiling, her legs still partially submerged, but now her powerful thighs, thick as tree trunks, revealed, as well as her pink and hungry pussy. Between her legs, Fiona's lips are flushed and drooling beneath her shorn pubis. Her clit stands up proudly at the apex of her pussy, almost thrumming with need. The scent of his sister's arousal is overpowering and intoxicating and washes over Kit as he sits before her.

"Horns of the Fallen, but you might even be able to fill even this pussy with such a load," Fiona says with a laugh. Without waiting for a reply, Fiona bends down and scoops up her brother once more, carrying him to her belly. He wraps arms around her waist while his head bumps against the undersides of her heavy breasts. His legs kick, ineffectually seeking purchase, as Fiona presses him against her oversized, muscular frame.

His cock bumps against something tough and yielding, and as Fiona shivers, he realizes it is her clit. Still holding him upon her belly, she manipulates him, until his hardness presses against the slick lips of her pussy. His hips do the rest, unbidden and uncontrolled, driving forward, his thickness parting her labial curtain like a knife into butter.

Fiona moans lustily. Kit feels the vibrations against his cheek, as her massive tits bump against the top of his head. Fiona cups his ass with one hand and the back of his head with another as he begins to fuck her. It is tricky work, because he doesn't have his feet braced against anything, hanging in the air held only by his sister. So he has to hold on to her waist, his arms not quite encircling her, and swing his pelvis upward to drive his rampant hardness into her quivering wetness.

For the first time in his sexual life, Kit is not sounding unknown depths. His cock is large by normal standards, but completely swallowed by Fiona's enlarged pussy. But her sugar walls grip and caress him just as tightly as any other, and her heat and moisture are just as welcoming and intense. His pubis grinds against her erect clitoris every time he slams upward, and Fiona shakes deliciously each time.

The hand cupping his ass tightens its grip, and soon she is pushing against him, driving him into her pussy, no longer content to wait for his hips. His feet finally find something to brace against, locking against her partially flexed knees, just as she takes over. Kit decides to hold on and enjoy the ride.

Fiona is fast approaching climax, judging by the grunts and groans she emits and the speed at which she pushes against Kit's flexing posterior. Like her mouth, the lips of her vagina envelop him entirely, cock and balls, and a new experience enflames Kit, as his bouncing testes find themselves wrapped around his sister's warm, wet, pussy.

Kit tightens his grip around Fiona's waist and starts moving his hips again as, above him, Fiona howls a deafening roar of satisfaction. Her entire, gigantic body shudders and shakes, her pussy lips tightening rhythmically around Kit's cock and balls. He saws into her, feeling the charge building at the base of his cock, and just as Fiona' knees begin to give way and he feels water on his ankles, Kit explodes.

A dozen powerful pumps send ribbons of milky white jism spiraling into Fiona's spasming depths. His balls tighten up like fists and his thick cock throbs and bucks against her sugar walls as each jet erupts from the plum-sized head. Fiona's thirsty womb sucks up every drop.

Fiona sprawls backward, half in the tub, half laid across the tile, her massive breasts pancaked against her chest. They heave up and down as Fiona takes deep shuddering breaths, her face lost somewhere beyond the swell of her tits as Kit lays against her belly, his semi-hard cock still embedded in her soaking wet, gooey pussy.

Kit gingerly removes himself, settling down into the tub, warm water lapping at his thighs. The rest of it has splashed out of the tub by Fiona's gigantic, thrashing body. From his vantage, he admires her long, smooth muscular legs, splayed out against the sides of the tub, feet extended and toes sexily curled.

Fiona sits up slightly, looking down at her brother from between her breasts. "I think I saw the universe," she says. "Maybe it was just stars." She grins cheekily. "Perhaps I just struck my head against the floor."

Kit laughs. "I've never had sex with an earthquake before."

Fiona gives him a playful nudge, which almost makes Kit lose his footing. "Watch your mouth."

She sits up straighter and rubs her taut belly. "I suppose I should shrink down. All your swimmers looking for a home in there are like to make a miniature baby if we're not careful."

Kit isn't sure that's how it works, but he says nothing as Fiona's eyes briefly glow green and the world contracts and suddenly she is standing before him in the now ankle deep water, naked and lovely, still absently rubbing her smooth stomach.

Fiona looks around at the pools and puddles on the tile and the small amount of water left in the tub. "I guess we should have that bath, now?"

*

Later, when they are both scrubbed clean and Kit has magically cleared away the water and soap decorating the room, he and Fiona retire to the bedroom. He discovers that his sister is just as enthusiastic and delightful at her normal size as she as a giantess.