Blessed Ch. 10

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.