Size Doesn't Matter

The sun was setting on the small city of Sophora, the early evening rays illuminating the streets in one last golden brilliant hue before going down for the night. As it disappeared over the horizon, the city's residents bustled back to their homes. The city was famous for it's beauty, but it was also notorious for it's thieves, and it was well-known in Sophora that when Avaris' small orange sun set, that you should be inside.

In the heart of the city, in The Gilded Unicorn tavern, the dashing young rogue Trystan leaned against the bar. He was a human in his thirties, though to look at him you would assume he was far older, as his face belied a wisdom beyond his years. Avaris was only one of many, many planes of existence that Trystan had traveled, and was currently his home. Planar travel had taken it's toll on his body, and he was hoping to make this somewhat new and lesser known reality his permanent residence.

As he brushed back his silver hair, bleached after many encounters with demonic entities, he felt a small tug on his hip. Quickly, with the grace of a cat, Trystan whirls on the would-be thief. He grabs their arm just as it closes on his coin purse, and he holds on tightly.

The thief in question is extremely short, no taller than three feet, and at first Trystan assumes it is another street urchin child. "I don't think so, little girl" he tells the freckled, female face.

The thief is young, no older than twenty summers, but Trystan soon realizes that it's not a human child robbing him at all. They were extremely uncommon in Avaris, hailing from only one area of the Pendewood near the Silver Mountains, but this was in fact one of the Halfling folk. She was still a young girl, but certainly no child.

"I ain't so little, Big One," she scowls, and attempts to yank her hand back. Trystan is surprisingly strong for his size, though, and she is small. He holds on tightly.

He looks her over. Despite her small stature, he is surprised to find that the little Halfling girl is actually quite pretty. She seems to be around twenty years old or so, which is young for a Halfling, and her face reflects her cheerful youth no matter how hard she tries to scowl. Her eyes are a large, sparkling green, and her cheeks and nose are covered in an adorable smattering of freckles that cross from one side to the other. Her cheeks are round, and her hair is a long, wavy mess of auburn curls, her skin the color of freshly harvested wheat. She is dressed in a black tunic and breeches, and wearing a large cloak in a plain green. Simple, travelers garb. Or, perhaps, a thief.

Trystan smiles at her despite himself. "A Halfling lass, huh? Don't see your kind around much. This land is disappointingly short on the Small Folk. But you're caught, pretty one. Let go of my pouch."

She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head at him. "Was that supposed to be a short joke?"

Trystan smirks. "Could be. If it was, it was a good one, wasn't it? I almost didn't notice it."

The Halfling girl suddenly laughs. When she does, she lets go of his pouch, and in exchange Trystan lets go of her arm. "Aye, I suppose. Good enough for your kind, at least."

It is Trystan's turn to laugh. "My kind? I suppose by that you mean humans?" He takes a swig of his ale, then motions to the barkeeper to bring another mug for her. The man nods and begins to pour.

"Aye, humans. You're not exactly the most cheerful bunch. Spend most of your time complaining about how terrible your short, little lives are." She reaches up and takes the mug when the barkeep brings it. She doesn't bother trying to climb onto a stool, choosing to remain standing.

Trystan considers, then nods. "That's about the way of it. I've been to many different worlds and we're all the same. That's why I decided to do something about it. I want to experience all that I can during my short, little life."

The Halfling girl downs her mug of ale in one swallow, then burps. Trystan smiles, then orders her another one.

"So... what's your name, anyway? I bet it's something beautiful and flowery." he smiles charmingly at her.

His charm obviously works, because the young girl blushes. Or maybe that was because he was right. "It's Lavender," she admits, and smiles.

"Trystan," he says in return, then hands her the next mug of ale as the barkeeper sets it down. "A pleasure to meet you. And I was completely correct about your name, wasn't I?"

She blushes again, then downs the second mug of ale. She was definitely no stranger to drinking.

"The pleasures all mine, hu.... I mean, Trystan." she corrects herself, and smiles again. "I'm sorry, I guess that's rude of me. Especially now that you're talking to me."

"Why wouldn't I talk to you?" he asks, intrigued. "Other than trying to rob me blind, you seem like a nice, young woman."

"I'm a sneaky, little freak, is what I am," she says, and pouts. "At least, that's how most of you humans see me. I'm young, I'm a Halfling... I'm not even tall for my species. I think most of you think I'm some sort of mischievous little goblin or something." She puts an arm on the barstool next to his and leans against it.

When she does, he notices that she is wearing nothing but a thin, black tunic with short sleeves. It is cut in a V-neck at the top, and as she leans forward he is granted a rather generous view of her chest. Her breasts are small, no more than bumps, really, and he can see the gentle curve of them, and the faint lines of her ribcage in between. They are small, thin girls breasts, which is exactly what he would expect on her tiny frame. He found himself wondering what it would be like to hold one of those miniature breasts in his large human hands, and what it would be like to taste one.

"You are no such thing, Lavender," he scolds good-naturedly. "I think you are incredibly beautiful. You're small, and that's what makes you unique. It adds to the mystery that is you."

The Halfing girl smiles and blushes again. The barkeeper sets another mug in front of her, this time without being asked. She picks it up and takes just a sip of it this time, thoughtfully, before turning to Trystan. "You really think I'm beautiful? I mean... you're a human. Isn't that, like, weird or something?"

Trystan starts to laugh, but when he sees the sincere look in her eyes, the pleading, he stops. "You're serious? Is that really a thing here?"

Lavender looks confused. "Well, yeah, kind of. How would that even work? I mean, we're a totally different species."

"So?" Trystan says, somewhat bewildered. He had been to many planes but never one as young as this, and its primitive nature sometimes still surprised him. "You are a woman, yes? I am a man. I think the mechanics are the same. We're not as different as you think."

She giggled, then suddenly downed the rest of her ale. She was now three mugs in, and she was only three feet tall. "Well, you are pretty darn cute," she said sweetly, her voice barely slurring at all. "I mean, for a human."

Trystan laughs charmingly. He is well aware of his devilishly handsome good looks. He tries not to be vain about it. Usually. "I think..." he begins slowly, still smiling. "I think you and I should continue this conversation in one of this fine establishment's rooms. It's not fair that you have to stand there, after all."

Lavender giggles, then leans on the stool again. This time when she reveals her cleavage he is able to see one of her nipples as well. It is small and dark and very erect. "That's a good idea, Trystan. I think I've had enough to drink."

Trystan summons the barkeeper, and this time asks for a room for the night. The heavyset man scowls at him, then looks at the smiling Halfing standing next to him, his opinion of the whole affair written on his face. Nevertheless he hands them a key after overcharging them for the room, then walks away grumbling.

"Let's go, shall we, my dear?" He asks Lavender, and the cheerful girl laughs.

She takes his hand and nods, "Lead the way."

They make their way upstairs to the meager bedroom, and lock the door behind them. Trystan definitely did not like some of the looks he was getting from some of the locals as he led the Halfling girl to the bedchamber, and it seemed safer that way.

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They enter the bedroom and look around. The only furnishings are a large, wooden double bed containing a single blanket and two flat pillows, and a small nightstand. Lavender immediately rushes over and jumps on the bed, laughing. "Woo! This bed isn't too bad, I guess. Kind of lumpy but I don't think that really matters, does it?" She gets up on her two knees and smiles at him.

Trystan grins and approaches the edge of the bed. "No, I suppose it doesn't. I'm not feeling particularly sleepy, anyway."

Reaching her, he finds that even propped up on the bed as she was he still towered over her. Her face was level with his chest now, and he placed a hand on either side of her tiny hips. He couldn't believe how thin she was, and he realized that what they were attempting might not even be physically possible.

Not that it would stop him from trying.

He begins to slide his hands inside of her tunic, feeling the silky smoothness of her small belly. Her belly button is an outie, and he traces it gently with his thumb before moving upwards. Before he can move too far, she stops him, placing her small hands on his through the shirt. "Wait..." she whispers, and she flutters her long eyelashes at him prettily. "There's something I've always wanted to know. And I can't wait any longer."

Trystan shakes his head gently at her, confused. But he is smiling, and he allows her to proceed as she climbs down off the bed positions herself directly in front of him.

Lavender suddenly grabs a hold of Trystan's belt and begins to open it. She moves methodically, undoing the various straps with precision, as the life of a farmer girl would indicate, and soon she has exposed his undergarments and pushed down his pants. She is standing in front of him, her face level with his stomach, and she looks up at him. "Is it true what they say?" she asks him sweetly.

"Is what true?" Trystan asks, genuinely confused by what she means.

"Is it true that the Big Folk are also built... big?" she blushes, then looks at Trystan's groin and bites her lip. He feels himself growing larger under her gaze.

"Well... we're bigger. So yeah, I guess for you..." Trystan says, embarrassed. It seemed like such an obvious question.

"I want to see it," she says, and looks at him with wide eyes. "I want to see how big human dingles are."

He laughs suddenly. "Dingles? Is that what you call them?"

She looks confused. "Well, yes. What do you call them?"

Trystan shakes his head, still laughing slightly. "It's not important. There's a lot of names, and all of them are gross. Dingle is far better than any of them."

She considers this for a moment, then seems to let it go. "If you say so. So... can I see it?"

"Of course. I hope it lives up to expectations." He chuckles.

Slowly, carefully, as if afraid she will hurt him, Lavender begins to slide Trystans undergarment down his muscular legs. Her eyes widen as she begins to expose his cock, which has grown very hard during the exchange. His penis has always been built, what he liked to think, was slightly larger than average. But then what man didn't?

"Aaah..." she actually makes an impressed groan as she exposes him an inch at a time, and her mouth is hanging wide. Her eyes bulge as he finally pops free. "I guess it's true then," she breathes. "It's... I don't think I can..." she whispers, then looks at him nervously.

Trystan smiles and shakes his head. "Yeah, I realize that, but we can make it work. We'll do what we can. I don't want to hurt you."

She nods gratefully and smiles, her eyes returning to his cock. "Wow, I don't understand why human women are always so grumpy when they have this walking around," she giggles.

Trystan laughs and shrugs. "I do what I can."

Lavender takes Trystan's cock in her tiny hand and begins sliding it up and down. Her fingers only barely wrap around it completely. She looks up at him, her eyes wide and suggestive.

"And I want to see how much I can do," she says and begins guiding him closer to the bed. When she gets there she sits on the edge of it, her face now level with his cock.

Trystan looks down at her, his heart racing as she guides his stiff penis into her small mouth. Her lips only barely wrap around the head of it, but it is an effort and her eyes are wide as she attempts it. Instead, she sticks out her tongue and begins sliding it up and down the length of him, letting his cock

rest on her cute face as she slathers it in her saliva. She reaches his balls and begins to suck on them. Trystan takes his cock in hand and begins stroking it above her, her tiny little face working furiously at his scrotum.

Before he can let this incredible sensation overwhelm him, Trystan puts a hand on Lavender's head and gently guides her away. She giggles and sticks out her tongue, making eager little noises like she wants more, and Trystan laughs as he playfully pushes her back onto the bed. Her tunic rides up as she falls back and exposes her belly. Trystan seems to tower over the Halfling girl, and they both know there is no way that actual penetration would be possible without seriously hurting her. But that didn't mean they couldn't come as close as possible.

Kneeling down in front of her, Trystan takes a hold of the hem of Lavender's rough breeches and begins yanking them down. She laughs as he struggles with them but doesn't help, and he playfully spanks her tiny butt, which makes her laugh more. Her feet are unnaturally large and covered in fur, a fact of the Halfling species he had forgotten, but he didn't let this deter him. She still very beautiful. It just made it more difficult to remove her pants.

Finally they are off, and Lavender looks at him from her position on the bed. "Took ya long enough, human." She giggles and waves a hairy foot in his face.

"Whatever, shorty," he answers playfully, then pushes her thin legs apart. Her pussy is unbelievably small, confirming their suspicions. But it is smooth and only sparsely covered in orange hair, her tiny labial slit wet and inviting. He looks at it with wonder, and she gazes back at him with a glazed expression, a smile playing at the corner of her lips.

"What are you going to do, human?" she asks teasingly.

"I think I'm going to sample some Halfing cuisine," he says as he begins to lean forward. "I've heard it's the best in the land."

Lavender suddenly laughs. "Oh, are you serious?!" she exclaims, still laughing. "You're really going to use that line?"

He shrugs. "Yeah, it's a terrible line, isn't it? But it made you laugh, didn't it?"

"Only because it's so bad," she says, then gasps as Trystan's mouth finally reaches her pussy. "... aaah...!"

He sticks out his tongue and slides it in between her lips, tasting her for the first time. Her sex is musky and aromatic, smelling strangely of nature and the earth, the flavor rich and salty. It was intoxicating, he discovered, and he let out a long moan as he ran his tongue slowly up her length. When he reached her clitoris he marveled at how tiny it was, proportional to her body but still nearly invisible, lost in the tiny folds of her thin labia. It was like a tiny little button, and this made him smile.

Her eyes were closed above him, and he watches her reaction as he slowly extends his tongue, letting it press directly against her clit. He ever so gently swirls it in a soft circle, being careful not to stray far or move too much to accommodate her smaller size.

"Oooh... ooh, Trystan, you're very good at that," she whispers, and her voice is high pitched and melodic. She grabs onto the lumpy mattress as her body begins to shiver, her muscles slowly clenching as she begins to pump her hips against his face. His mouth is completely enveloping her tiny Halfling mound, his tongue working against her. She can feel his hot breath blowing against her stomach as he exhales through his nose and he is moaning gently, seeming to savor the taste. She has never felt like this before, never felt her pussy so completely consumed, and she is lost in the sensation.

As he continues to run his tongue around the tiny pearl that is her clit, he places one large palm beneath her small, round butt. She is stronger than her small stature would suggest, and she presses upwards, letting him hold her against his face. With his other hand he brings his hand up to her wet slit, pulling back his tongue and admiring the small, pink flower of her womanhood. He gauges her entrance, then wisely slides no more than his pinky finger into her slick, velvety folds. She gasps and arches her back, letting out a loud cry.

"OH! Ah... Sweet Selena!" she cries out, calling out the name of Avaris' version of a deity. This phrase had become commonplace in the world lately.

Trystan moans softly into her mound, letting the vibration add to the sensation, and begins sliding his finger in and out of her small pussy. He buries his pinky finger within her, feeling the slippery mound of her cervix when he does so, and knows he is filling her completely. He begins to curl his finger upwards as he slides it back out, scratching lightly at her G-spot.

"Oh! Aaah!" she cries out in response, and begin pumping her hips faster. She seems to be trying to grind on his hand, urging him to fuck her harder, and he feels her sticky juices start to coat his fingers. "Stop....!" she suddenly whispers, and pushes on his forehead with both hands. "Please... I can't...!" her hips begin to rock harder, her body suddenly succumbing to the climax as she pulls her legs up. She squeezes his face with her strong thighs, trying to push his face away.

He does so finally, licking her juices off his lips, and smiles at her. His finger continues to pump in and out of her miniature pussy, and he feels it suddenly clamp down on his pinky finger as the dam finally breaks. A quick jet of clear fluid squirts out of her suddenly, and then she is screaming, her body twitching and convulsing around his hand.

"Oh, fuck! Ooooh, yes....." she cries out, her voice a whimpering plea. "Oh that feels so good...." Her hips pump a few more times as she begins to come down from the climax, her tiny body shuddering. She giggles, and lets out a long drawn-out sigh. '... wow!"

Trystan withdraws his finger, then pops it into his own mouth. He sucks on it for a moment, enjoying her musky flavor.

"So what about it, big man?" Lavender asks him after she has caught her breath. She leans forward on the bed and looks at him in his own strikingly deep blue eyes, eyes that are almost violet, and a mischievous grin crosses her face. "I want to see what you taste like. Are you going to give this sneaky little goblin something to bite down on?"

He grins, then leans back. "I don't want to hurt you," he repeats. "And it was so big for you. What...?" But she cuts him with a shake of her head.

"Come here, handsome. Let me see that gigantic thing of yours again." She leans back on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows. Her thin legs are still spread wide, her tiny pussy pink and glistening.

Trystan climbs partially onto the bed, positioning himself on either side of her legs so that he is kneeling over her, his erect cock seemingly freakishly large in comparison to her tiny frame. With a glint in her eye, she reaches up and begins to play with his balls again, massaging them in her small fingers and rolling them around in her hand. "Cover me in it," she says coyly. "Shoot your human seed all over me."

Trystan's heart skips at beat at her words, but he begins to do as she commands. His hands find his hard member and begins stroking it slowly as he kneels overtop of her. His cock is maybe a half a foot away from her wet pussy, and gently he pushes it down so that the head is rubbing up against her tiny clit.

Lavender gasps as she feels the pressure on her most sensitive area, brought on by the warm thickness of Trystan's huge penis rubbing back and forth. The feeling is indescribable, her loins responding to the proximity of his cock and suddenly becoming wet all over again. She begins to twitch as he massages her, and she giggles again.

Trystan strokes his cock as he rubs the sensitive underside of it back and forth over Lavender's soaking wet pussy. Every once and awhile he lets it slip down along her opening, but he doesn't attempt to penetrate her. His cock glistens with her wetness, and he uses her own juices as lube as he masturbates over her.

"That's nice..." she whispers, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You're going to make me cum again if you keep that up."

Trystan nods, smiling faintly himself. "My lady, that would be amazing..." he breathes, stroking his cock a little faster now.

Lavender whimpers softly and slides her hands up underneath her tunic. She pushes it up, offering Trystan a full view of her tiny breasts, and begins pinching at her nipples gently. Her eyes flutter closed and her breathing quickens, feeling the tingling feeling spread upward from her groin again, only this time originating from the sensitive region of her clitoris.

His cock hardens as Trystan begins to slide it a little faster, letting the length of his shaft caress her clit back and forth. The warmth and wetness coating it adds a depraved pleasure to it that he can't resist. His hand pumps up and down near the base of his cock, and he begins to feel the pressure build.

"Ooh, I think... I think I'm going to give you that soon," he whispers to her, his breathing heavy now. His orgasm is definitely beginning to localize in his cock, and he feels his body shift focus to that one organ alone as it begins to harden and pulse in his hand.

"That's it, let me have it..." Lavender whispers, and she pinches her nipples hard suddenly, causing her to cry out briefly. "I want that giant load of yours..."

Her dirty talk seems to help, because suddenly Trystan twitches violently, and he bucks his hips against her. His cock explodes with a long jet of ropey semen, covering her tiny stomach all the way up to her tits. He continues to stroke it, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a silent scream, as spurt after spurt of his seed covers her tiny Halfling body. Her pussy is soaked now with a combination of their shared fluids, and it drips down her small ass cheeks where it pools on the bed beneath her.

"Wow..." she giggles as he sits back, his cock now dripping a single drop from the tip. "That was amazing, Mr. Trystan. You, sir, made a very big mess all over me." She laughs as she runs her finger through it, scooping up a small blob of it on her finger. "Human semen is white?" she suddenly asks, looking confused. "In Halflings it's a bright pink."

Trystan looks flabbergasted, then suddenly laughs. "Really?!" he exclaims.

Lavender giggles sweetly as she brings the cum-drenched finger to her lips. "No, not really," she admits, then lets out a musical laugh before popping the finger into her mouth.

Trystan chuckles and shakes his head. He stands up, giving his knees some much-needed relief.

"Although I will say one thing for you humans," she said conversationally. "Yours does taste a lot better than most Halflings. Must be all the sugar you eat."

Trystan lets out another laugh as he begins to get dressed. "I have to admit I was pretty fond of yours as well. Interesting that different species would taste differently. Makes one curious about others."

Lavender scrunches up her nose and shakes her head. "I don't know. I think I'll pass on the goblin milk, thanks."

"Aw... damn!" he chuckles. "That's disgusting," Trystan laughs despite himself.

"And this wasn't?" she asks as she lies back on the bed again. She spreads her arms and legs wide, seemingly enjoying the freedom, and Trystan is amused to see that her short reach doesn't make it to the edge of the mattress.

"This was... something else." He smiles, looking at her with affection. "All the things I've done, and that was definitely a first. And I must say, I would definitely do it again, too."

She sits back up quickly, returning to her elbows. She smiles at him mischievously.

"Well, what are you waiting for then, human?" She spreads her legs again, exposing her small pussy to him once more. "Get on over here."

Smiling, Trystan obeys.