Dorothy licks you to a fainting orgasm.

"What do you WANT, sweet one?" Dorothy the Portress asks, only a hint of brass in her great voice.

There's a look of endearment on her big square face framed by shaggy red hair, endearment shaded a bit toward the grotesque by her big head and blunt features. Your head and neck still ache from your ill-considered -- but climactically successful -- insertion of them into Dorothy's vagina, whereupon her squeezing and bucking did you a bit of an injury. But still, your juices rise. Your nostrils flare and you take in Dorothy's scent, which lies thick on the skin of your face.

"Will you...will you lick me, Dorothy?"

"Oh, sweet GIRL," Dorothy says. "With GLADNESS!"

Your head twinges at Dorothy's brassily enthusiastic reply.

"Ohhh, dear girl," Dorothy rasps in her breathy answer to a whisper. She coughs, a deep rumble. "Now lay you back and spread your knees wide. Wider. There. Now, let old Dorothy take good CARE of you."

You don't know what you were expecting, precisely, but a wet, hot tongue broader than your hand makes a big impression on you. Dorothy drags her tongue, so big, broad, and wet, with the texture of coarse velvet or a nubbly towel, across the whole area where you'd sit a saddle. A tingling tickle spreads across your inner thighs, labia, bush, buttocks and anus as she licks you. Her warm, moist breath plays over your bush and abdomen. It's everything, everything at once. The aches in your head and neck fade as Dorothy takes you higher and higher.

"Oh, yes, Dorothy, yes," you encourage her.

Dorothy licks you faster and harder, her breath rushing out in great puffs as she picks up her pace. A giantess is pleasuring me. Me, you think to yourself. I brought her joy. She brings me joy. And then the thought flies away, replaced with the tremendous sensual awareness of her tongue stroking across your most sensitive flesh. As Dorothy's jaw works with all the licking, her nodding head makes her shaggy red hair dance atop her head. Your hips quiver as a knot of heat and desire gathers in your loins, waiting to be released. You start hearing a rhythmic, wet squishing sound. Dorothy's taken one hand to pleasure herself as she works you to a higher and higher pitch.

"Oh, Dorothy, yes, more, I'm there, I'm there, I'm..."

An intense wave of pleasure seizes you and presses your crotch HARD into Dorothy's face. It squeezes your body and shakes it up and down, side to side, locks your muscles for a long moment and then releases you with a long, trailing moan that fades into silence, vagueness, a blinking, fatigued minute of eye contact with Dorothy, and then to sleep before your aches return.

Gain +1 XP. You now have 4 XP.
Fergus Firetail and Dorothy the Porter are your FRIENDS and each owe you a FAVOR.
You have a CONSEQUENCE from having had your head up a giantess' cunt when she had a spasming, thrashing orgasm. (-1 to all MOVE rolls).

You have collapsed in exhaustion and wake in the Infirmary.