Even standing a fair distance away, Diane's gentle breathing was comparable to a firm breeze. As Serf approached the sleeping giant, the warmness of her exhale became even more forceful with the weight of moisture. Yet, as each humid breath poured over the small fellow, his interest in it's source only grew stronger.

Within arms reach, Serf was soon standing before Diane's lips; the outcrops of rosy flesh each twice his own size. Entranced, the man impulsively pressed himself against the giantess' mouth, embracing it as best he could. The plush, silken clasp of Diane's lips was so inviting that, for a moment, the diminutive man felt as if his whole form was at risk of being enveloped.

At this feeling of unease, Serf took a moment to compose himself. Perhaps, he thought, it'd be best not to tempt the unconscious instincts of his companion.

This time we've gotten two pages from  Lucariow! I wanted to give them plenty of room to work with and I wasn't disappointed! :D

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