Queen Annellea - Caught a Tiny
The Queen's Lush Garden
A Tiny's Fate Intertwined with Ass-Worship
In the heart of Queen Annellea's lush garden, a Tiny scurried about, unaware of the impending danger that loomed over him. The scent of roses and freshly tilled soil filled the air, but it was a deceptive calm. For this garden belonged to a Giantess who took great pleasure in playing with her food—or rather, her prey.
As the Tiny went about his business, searching for sustenance amidst the abundance of plants and earthworms, he failed to notice the towering figure approaching from behind. With each step, the Queen's shadow engulfed him, making him feel smaller and more insignificant by the moment.
Suddenly, a powerful hand snatched him from the ground, and he found himself staring up at the face of the one who held his fate in her hands. Her eyes were like emeralds, cold and unyielding, yet he couldn't tear himself away from their hypnotic grip.
"What have we here?" she purred, her voice deep and reverberating through his tiny body. Before he could form a response, she bent down and brought her face level with his. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, making him dizzy with desire and fear.
"You are nothing but an insect to me," she said, her voice now laced with contempt. "But don't worry, I have plans for you." With that, she stood up straight, lifting him higher so that he could see the expanse of her body.
Her curves were like mountains, her breasts like plump fruit just waiting to be plucked. But it was her ass that drew his attention most—round, supple, and inviting. Without warning, she thrust him towards it, making him fall to his knees in front of her.
"Worship my ass, you worthless Tiny," she commanded, her voice now a low growl. And so he did. Kneeling before her, he placed his hands on her cheeks and pressed his face against her soft skin, inhaling her scent as if it were the sweetest perfume in the world.
His heart raced as he felt the warmth of her body radiating towards him, and he knew that this was his only chance to survive. He might be small, but he would serve her with all his might—for she was the Queen, and he was nothing but a tiny insect in her garden.
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