On a 7-9, choose one and apply your House Sex Move

Dorothy puts your travel bag into the great basket beside you. She pauses to take out a pair of enormous pink fuzzy slippers and puts them on. Then she lifts you up in the basket and carries it out of the laundry house Dorothy's borrowed for your bath. Her cheeks and ears are still glowing pink from the climax she gave herself as you nursed at her huge breasts.

Dorothy walks across the courtyard to her house. Nobody has carried you like this since you were little, but Boarbristle's porter, a half-giantess, carries you with ease in her clothes basket, humming happily to herself. She's wearing a fresh clean tunic, but just like the last one, it covers neither her broad buttocks nor shaggy red bush -- below her belly, she is bare.

Dorothy walks into the old stable or carriage house that's been fitted up as her cottage. The doorways are low for her stature, but the ceilings are adequate and the furniture clearly built for her. She wipes her feet as she enters, then kicks off her slippers.

"Couldn't have my feet go dirty RIGHT AWAY, now," Dorothy says. When you flinch at her loud, brassy tone, she lowers her voice. "M'sorry dear, I don't do so much talking with folks inside doors. Not so many guests, you see?" She clears her throat, a low echoing sound, then gently lays the clothes basket down beside her bed.

You stand up in the basket, shrugging off the great heavy carpet of a towel, and raise your arms, causing your breasts to perk up. "Take me to bed," you say.

Dorothy gazes at you, her broad mouth stretching open in a broader smile. "Oh, poppet," Dorothy says. "I hoped you meant it."

She raises her tunic and is bare again from her shaggy red-gold tresses to her broad, thick-nailed feet. You look again at her fingers, each one the size of a man's proud, erect member, their nails short and smooth. Though visitors to Dorothy's bed may be rare, she's ready for them.

When she stoops toward you, you reach out your hands and catch hold of the soft flesh over her collarbones, digging in your hands and holding fast.

"Ooh, that pinches a bit," Dorothy says. "Ha." She rises to full height, pulling you up out of the basket, your feet dangling. She twirls round gently. "You're a strong one." She brings her arms round to hold you, cupping one great hand under your bum and the other round your shoulders. You loose your hands and relax into her embrace.

Dorothy eases backward and sits down on the bed, tilting back as she holds you until you're lying on top of her breasts and belly.

"Let me...let me eat you, Dorothy," you say.

"Oh, dear little one," Dorothy says.

She spreads her knees.

You back down her body until you're face to face with Dorothy's enormous pudenda. Where your pearl is the size of a pea, Dorothy's is the size of a plum. You reach your hands out and caress down the long fleshy folds of her womanly lips. While yours are half a hand-span, her lips are more than two hands long, with rippling, scalloped edges, mottled in pink, brown, and deep red. Her pearl moves visibly as you stroke the length of the flushed, swollen curtains of her womanhood.

"So lovely and gentle, Golondrina," Dorothy says. "So soft, your little hands."

(You have 2 XP. You have a FAVOR from Dorothy.)

ROLL for HAVE SEX with Dorothy

⚃⚁ + 3 = 9

On a 7-9, choose one:

• You have a pretty good time.
• Your sex has magical or psychic ripple effects. Describe a conspicuous effect over the area (everyone nearby has an orgasm, glass breaks, metal vibrates with your orgasmic moans). Gain +1 XP. Next: GET OUT OF TROUBLE.
• Your sex triggers magical backfire. Gain +1 XP and describe a scene where you and your partner(s) suffer the effects of accidentally triggered spells.
• Your sex attracts hostile forces, monsters, or enemies of Boarbristle. Gain +1 XP and describe the lurking threat. Next: GET OUT OF DANGER.
• You have a rocking good time to mutual exhaustion. Gain +1 XP. Take a CONSEQUENCE.

On a 7+, also apply your HOUSE SEX MOVE (Leontes):
Dorothy becomes your FRIEND or owes another FAVOR.