Kingprotea

Shirou approached the first door, feeling the warmth emanating from it. He took a deep breath, Shirou stepped through the first door and found himself in an another meadow.

And in the middle of it stood a girl—Kingprotea—towering and delicate, like a goddess.

“Ah! You came!” Her voice was tremulous with joy as she crouched down, her pale purple eyes wide and shimmering.

Shirou blinked. The contrast between her overwhelming size and her childlike demeanor was disarming.

“I’m here,” he said softly. “Protea, did BB put you upto this?”

Her expression faltered, a hint of sadness brimming in her eyes. “No, she didn’t. I... Well she told me, I can go on a date with you, if I did what she told me to.

“You won't mind spending time with me, right?”

Her question hung in the air like a shy cherry blossom, unsure if it should let go of its branch. Shirou swallowed his surprise, nodding with a gentle smile.

“Of course not, Kingprotea. Let’s make this date as enjoyable as we can.”

Her eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands together. “Really? Thank you, Shirou!”

The date began with a her picking him up and putting him on her shoulder, before a gentle stroll through the meadow, Kingprotea's soft giggles echoing as they stepped over a hill. Her steps were surprisingly light for someone of her size, and she moved with a grace that belied her power.

They stopped by a stream, its water sparkling with a mysterious light. Kingprotea's eyes grew wide as she saw her reflection, and she whispered, "Do you think I'm pretty, Shirou?"

Her voice was so small that it seemed to be swallowed by the vastness around them. Shirou looked at her, really looked, and saw past the towering exterior to the girl who just wanted to be seen. "You're beautiful," he said sincerely. "Inside and out."

Kingprotea's cheeks turned a darker shade of pink, and she ducked her head shyly. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible. Carefully, she sat down, her legs folding beneath her in a way that defied logic. Shirou watched, amazed, as she made herself comfortable despite her size.

"Would you like to 'lay down' with me?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

Shirou felt his heart race, but he nodded.

He climbed off her. And walked in the middle of her legs.

The meadow around them was eerily quiet, as if the very air held its breath.

Shirou approached Kingprotea, her legs spread wide enough to form a natural shelter. He could see the outline of something hidden beneath the dense foliage of the greenery that shrouded her lower half. His heart hammered in his chest, and he swallowed hard.

"Trace on," he said, taking out his sword. It was a noble phantasm, a symbol of a hero. But here, in this bizarre world, it had taken on a different purpose.

He began to cut down the bushes, the branches snapping with a sound like bones breaking. The foliage fell away in clumps, revealing more of her.

Beneath the cloak of vegetation, she was like a normal girl, only larger. Her vagina, smooth and pink. It was the size of a small cave, yet it was unmistakably feminine.

Shirou’s heart raced as he took a deep breath and approached her. He knew what was expected of him.

He reached out with trembling hands and touched the soft, velvety skin of her inner fold.

Her legs quivered slightly, and she gasped, calling his name with a mix of excitement and vulnerability. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and it made him even more aware of his own racing pulse.

Shirou took a moment to appreciate the sheer scale of her body. He was a mere speck in the vastness of her, but she was looking at him with such a tender gaze that he couldn’t help but feel significant. He took a step forward, and she parted her thighs wider, giving him access to her most intimate of spaces.

Her breathing grew heavier as he shoved his sword into her wetness, feeling the resistance and then the giving way of her flesh. It was like—like plunging into the depths of a volcano. The heat was intense, and the walls of her vagina clamped down around him like a vice.

He gritted his teeth and pushed further, feeling her quiver with every inch he gained. It was a strange dance of power and submission, and he wasn’t sure if he was the one in control.

Once he was shoulder deep, Shirou paused, pulled back slightly, and then pushed in again with renewed vigor. The motion was smooth, almost rhythmic, and Kingprotea's moans grew louder, the sound reverberating through the quiet meadow. The walls of her vagina tightened around him, her muscles contracting in a silent plea for more.

Her eyes had closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was so big that it was like he was fucking a living mountain, and yet her reactions were those of a girl experiencing pleasure.

Shirou began to move faster, his arm disappearing and reappearing in a blur of motion as he penetrated her deeply, feeling her quiver with every thrust. He could feel her wetness coating him, her muscles tightening around him with every stroke.

Her moans grew into full-blown cries, echoing through the meadow. He watched in amazement as her body responded to his, her legs trembling, her breasts jiggling with each thrust. It was an overwhelming sight, this titanic girl writhing in pleasure beneath his touch.

Shirou’s eyes never left hers as he pumped his arm in and out of her, the motion becoming more and more frantic. He could feel her body building towards something, a crescendo of sensation that seemed to fill the very air around them.

Her moans grew to a fever pitch, and she began to rock her hips, meeting his every thrust. The meadow around them grew hazy with passion, the trees bending and swaying as if caught in the throes of their own ecstasy.

Shirou felt himself losing control, his movements becoming more primal, his breath coming in harsh pants. He could feel the power of Kingprotea’s love, a **** of nature that threatened to consume him whole.

He reached out with his other hand, the one not entwined with her inner fold, and placed it just above her clit. With a gentle yet firm touch, he began to rub her swollen nub, feeling it pulse and throb beneath his fingertips.

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked down at him with a mix of shock and pleasure. “Sh-Shirou...”

He watched her face contort as she grew closer to climax, the gentle giant above him. And in that moment, he knew he had to give her what she needed.

With a final, powerful thrust, Shirou felt her entire body seize up. Her vaginal walls convulsed around him, a symphony of pleasure that sent waves of warmth through his body. He kept his hand firmly on her clit, feeling the pulse of her orgasm as she screamed his name. The earth trembled beneath them, the trees bent and the sky grew darker as she came.

And as she succumbed to the intensity of her release, four gates of light appeared behind Shirou. He knew he had passed her trial. He looked up at Kingprotea, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction, her chest heaving with deep breaths.

Her expression was one of pure bliss, so he decided to move on.