Not An Angel - Giantess POV 9 G
A Night with the Goddess
Led to Worship at Her Feet
In the dimly lit room, you find yourself lying on your back, staring up at the ceiling, wondering what's in store for you tonight. Your heart races as you hear the door creak open, and in walks a goddess. She towers over you, her every step sending ripples through the floor. She's wearing nothing but a pair of heels that make her already towering height seem even more imposing.
Her gaze falls upon you, and you can't help but feel both terrified and aroused by her presence. She comes to stand over you, her face just inches from yours. You can feel the warmth of her breath on your skin as she slowly lowers herself onto the floor, draping one leg over your chest.
The World Through Her Eyes
As she settles onto the floor, her weight pressing down on you, you're suddenly transported into her perspective. You're seeing the world from her towering height, feeling the power that comes with it. She looks down at you, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Look up at me, little man," she commands.
With trembling hands, you raise your head to meet her gaze. She leans down, her face close to yours once again. You can feel the heat emanating from her body as she trails a finger down your chest.
Crushed Under Her Weight
She slowly lowers her hand, placing it gently on the floor between you. For a moment, you think she's going to let you catch your breath. But then, she slams her hand back down, sending shockwaves through the room.
She chuckles darkly as she leans forward, her breasts pressing against your chest. You can't help but gasp for air as she begins to push herself up, using you as a step stool. With each step, she gets closer to the camera, her face looming larger and larger in your view.
Her Weight Crushing You
Finally, she stands above the camera, her face filling your vision. She leans down slowly, her hand reaching out towards the lens. As her fingertips graze the camera, she smiles wickedly.
"Do you see what it's like to be under me?" she asks, her voice a low rumble.
You nod, unable to speak, your heart pounding in your chest. She chuckles again, this time more softly. Then, with a sudden movement, she lowers herself fully onto the camera, her weight crushing you underneath her.
"That's what it's like to be at my feet," she whispers in your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
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