"You heard me," the older woman said, crossing her arms beneath her sizable breasts for emphasis.
"I want to get him to notice me, not think me a harlot!" The girl's anger was apparent, but she consciously kept her tone under control.
"If you do not make your interest known, how can you make him see you for anything but a girl who serves the party by picking locks and searching for pressure panels in floors?"
Caught, the girl sighed. She wished there could be another way, but the young thief known as Imoen knew not of any such way. She desperately wanted Ajantis, the resident knight in the group, to notice her, but he was so helplessly caught up in his quest for his own self-righteousness that she doubted he would ever see her as more than a fellow adventurer. Less than that. Perhaps he even thought of her as merely a means to an end, the end being his own glory.
"Very well," Imoen said at length, gnawing her lower lip. "I will do it."
"Good," Shar-Teel said, eyes gleaming dangerously. The older warrior turned then, lifting her heavy long sword and running a whetstone across its length.
"Ummm, Shar-Teel?" Imoen asked nervously, lowering her voice even more.
"Yes, girl? I have little time for this now. I thought we agreed that you would go throw yourself at him."
Imoen frowned. "I wish you wouldn't say it so. It makes me feel like some street wench, which I most certainly am not."
"Whatever you will. Leave him to his own designs then."
"No, I will do as you suggested . . . but I need to know how." That last part came in one single rushed breath. Shar-Teel paused in her sharpening but did not look up.
"I mean," Imoen continued, "I just don't really know much about all that. I mean, that is, Puffguts never let me away from my chores much, and only so much as glanced at that one book with the pictures before Gorion noticed and chased me from the library. I've never . . . ummm . . . never seen a man . . . you know, naked."
Shar-Teel grinned, a slightly twisted smile that Imoen liked not at all, and put down her sword. "You mean to tell me that you have never fucked a man?"
"I wish you wouldn't call it such," Imoen said. "And no, I have never had relations with a man."
"Never even kissed one?" Shar-Teel looked up at her suddenly, eyes glistening again. Imoen shook her head once. "My child, you hope to win one who has probably bedded wives of dukes and lords, and you have not even kissed a man before?"
A single tear rolled down Imoen's cheek, but she would not give Shar-Teel the satisfaction of watching her sob. "I don't know why I bothered coming here in the first place."
"Wait, girl." Shar-Teel's hand grasped Imoen's wrist hard. A grip of iron. The young woman, weak as she was, could not hope to break free. "I could . . . help you before you go making an inexperienced fool of yourself."
"What do you mean?" Imoen asked. Her voice held a hint of fear, but also a hint of intrigue. She wanted Ajantis to like her so badly, she would do anything. Even if it meant. . . . Well, the reputation of the Danorian woman, which Shar-Teel was, held that they had no preference when it came to lust. In the very back of her mind, a tiny part of her was nodding furiously, grinning ear to ear. She restrained that part to an extent.
"That is, what do you have in mind?"
"Why, I plan to fix the problem of your inexperience this very night. I will show you what a man likes in a woman. I will also show you what you like. The more of this you know, the more . . . worldly . . . you will seem to him." Shar-Teel smiled in a manner that made Imoen's pulse quicken. She supposed that it was a lusty look. She wondered if she could make Ajantis feel that way.
"Right now you are thinking about how exciting this all seems, aren't you? You find yourself held frozen by my eyes, but at the same time feel compelled to move closer to my lips. Do you not?"
Imoen's jaw dropped. "How--?
"How did I know? This is something I will show you. One of many things."
Shar-Teel drew close to Imoen, who was holding her breath, in shock at her very thoughts, and pressed her lips forcefully against the young thief's. Imoen closed her eyes languidly as Shar-Teel's mouth pressed hard against her own. Then the older woman slid her tongue into the younger's mouth. Imoen's eyes shot open, and she thought to push Shar-Teel away. She was suddenly caught up, though, as the warrior's silky tongue caressed the inside of her mouth. Shar-Teel slowly laid a hand on Imoen's right breast. The thief's face grew flush, but she did not disengage.
After a few moments more, Shar-Teel pulled away, keeping her hand in place. "This is what men want, Imoen."
"Kisses?" the flustered girl asked.
"No, fool child!" Shar-Teel snapped. "Your bosom is all that men desire."
"Men desire my bosom? MY bosom?"
"Well, in a matter of speaking. Any bosom will do, but the larger the better."
"That is ridiculous," Imoen said. "I've never heard of such a thing, a man falling in love with a bosom, large or not."
"My dear, why is it, do you think, that I have had more men--and women--than you could imagine?" The warrior gestured to Imoen's small, perky breasts, then to her own full, round, and much larger bosom.
"Just because you have a larger bosom doesn't mean men like you," Imoen stated. "It just means that it is harder to find armor that fits."
Shar-Teel's slap caught the girl off guard. The warrior grabbed both of Imoen's arms and forced her down, lying atop her to pin her legs as well.
"Don't presume to know the desires of man or woman, girl. Both have been yearning for me longer than you have been alive. And they yearned all the more as my breasts grew larger." As if to drive the point home, Shar-Teel freed one hand and unstrapped her jerkin. She tossed it and her thin shirt aside, leaving her fat breasts hanging unfettered inches above Imoen's face.
The thief stared, open-mouthed, at the beauty before her.
"Are you beginning to understand, child? My eyes, my smile . . . all merely the beginning. THESE are why you wanted me to kiss you and have my way with you. What do you think of them, hmmm?"
"They're huge," Imoen gasped out, all anger and fear at being slapped and pinned down flooding away in sheer awe. "They must be as large as the green-melons that Winthrop served in summer! And just as round. Can I . . . ?"
Shar-Teel chuckled softly and released one of the thief's hands. Imoen tentatively poked and then sunk her hand into the soft and yielding flesh. Shar-Teel's eyes glazed briefly and she purred as Imoen's palm encompassed her stubby nipple.
The warrior, leaning back slightly and freeing both hands, pulled Imoen's coat and shirt over her head in one motion, exposing the girl's pointed, teacup breasts. Imoen flushed but made no move to stop what was happening.
"I think you are ready to know all there is to know about me now," Shar-Teel said unexpectedly. Imoen frowned confusedly, not understanding. "There is a secret to my seduction, a method to my manipulation." She reached into her jerkin that lay on the floor and produced a vial. "This flask, fashioned for me by a mage who owed me much more than even its worth, continually contains a potent brew that can enhance even the most beautiful and seductive of women."
Imoen's eyes narrowed skeptically. "Do you doubt me?" Shar-Teel asked, sudden anger in her voice. Imoen quickly answered in the negative.
"That is good," the elder continued. "With this elixir, I could entice any man, or woman. I didn't even need to use it on you, though. You were eager enough." Imoen flushed deeper, which Shar-Teel seemed to altogether ignore. "But even if you have one's attention, the elixir is useful. With it, I can make my eyes hypnotic, my smile twice as alluring, and my body any shape a person desires."
"Why are you telling me this?" Imoen asked. She suddenly noticed that her hand was still closed softly around Shar-Teel's pendulous breast. She thought about it for a moment, then chose to leave it there.
"Because, girl, after I show you what it can do, I may allow you to borrow it for Ajantis." The girl's eyes lit up as she considered the knight finally within her reach. "But first, we must show you how to work a person without the aid of magic."
Shar-Teel leaned down and kissed Imoen again. This time, the thief returned the kiss, awkwardly dancing her tongue with Shar-Teel's the way she had seen the woman dance swords before. Her hand began to softly stroke the woman's breast. After minutes of this, Shar-Teel broke the kiss and glared at the girl.
"If you continue as you are, I may well explode. You cannot brush my bosom all night long, especially if you continue to stray from the center." In explanation, Shar-Teel grabbed Imoen's hand with one of her own and pressed it firmly into her breastflesh. She pressed the thief's fingers down into the pliable fat. Letting go of Imoen's hand, Shar-Teel placed one hand on Imoen's left breast and the other on her own free breast.
Shar-Teel began kneading her breast roughly, alternating between squeezing it with her full palm and tugging and rolling the rosy, engorged nipple. Imoen, wide-eyed, began to do the same to Shar-Teel's other breast, squeezing and pulling the nipple. She was rewarded as Shar-Teel let out a soft cry and began to bounce her breast harder. After a few moments, the warrior stopped tugging at her breast and smiled at the thief. "You are learning, girl. Now I will show you how it feels."
Shar-Teel's head bent low, her tongue snaking out and lighting gently on Imoen's right breast. The girl felt flame race from her nipple to her loins and back. She moaned and arched her back. Shar-Teel responded by sucking much of the girl's petite breast into her mouth and flicking the nipple with her tongue. Imoen gasped and slid a hand down to rub her crotch.
"No, girl. That is against the rules." Shar-Teel freed her breasts and removed the girl's hand from its position. Imoen frowned. "You may THINK you want that, but you truly do not. Not yet, anyway. You must be brought to the brink many times before that. It will make the experience much more pleasurable."
"I want to see what the potion does," Imoen said.
Shar-Teel smiled wide. "If you insist." She uncapped the vial and held it before her. "I wonder what your vision of me is." Imoen seemed confused. "We shall see." Shar-Teel took a long pull on the vial before capping it and setting it aside.
Almost instantly, Imoen noticed the changes. Shar-Teel's hair altered its length and color, becoming longer and a deep red. "I see you desire me a red-head." The older woman grinned. "Oh," she gasped suddenly. "I also see that you were not pleased with my bosom."
Imoen frowned. "What do you mean?" She grinned and pinched one of Shar-Teel's nipples. "These big breasts are amazing."
"Not amazing enough, apparently. Trust me, I can feel this one coming, it's a common change." As if on cue, Shar-Teel's breasts began growing. It was hardly noticeable at first, but Imoen saw them begin to surpass any green-melon she had ever seen. She watched in awe as they inflated like rising bread dough. She barely even noticed that Shar-Teel was squeezing her eyes shut and licking her lips in sheer ecstasy.
Imoen ran her hands across the expanding breasts, amazed at how soft the flesh remained. Finally the fatty masses ceased their growth, ending at more the size of large pumpkins. Each was perfectly round and capped with a tiny nipple that had not grown at all.
"Oh, child," Shar-Teel moaned. "You certainly know how to make a woman beautiful. And you certainly know how to make tits beautiful." Though she did not know the term 'tits,' Imoen took the statement in stride, mesmerized by the bountiful expanse of bosom before her. "Now show me what you can do."
Imoen surged forward, latching her lips onto one of Shar-Teel's nipples and sucking sloppily. The warrior moaned and grabbed the back of Imoen's head, pulling her deep into the yielding fat of her breast. Imoen's hand squeezed at each of the mammoth breasts, tugging on the pillow-like flesh.
Shar-Teel, writhing in ecstasy, slid her hand down Imoen's breeches. The younger nearly choked as she felt the intrusion of two of Shar-Teel's fingers, but she did not let up on her attack on Shar-Teel's breasts.
In moments both Imoen and Shar-Teel were rising toward plateaus, each squirming but neither relenting. They came nearly together, with Shar-Teel first, simply from the attention her breasts were receiving, and Imoen just after. Shar-Teel collapsed atop the thief, pressing her into the blanketed tent floor with the weight of her huge breasts.
"That was amazing," Imoen gasped.
"I assume that you have never come before, girl. You should try it more often."
Imoen stroked the sides of Shar-Teel's rounded orbs. "How long will your potion last?"
"As long as I wish it, within reason. A day is the most time I believe it will remain without being used again, but I can cancel it at any time."
"Will you let me use it on Ajantis?" Imoen asked, her voice near to pleading.
"That I will," the warrior-woman replied. "When do you wish to do it?"
"Later. Tonight. As soon as I leave your tent. Sooner if possible." Shar-Teel merely smiled. She had the feeling that she had awakened a long-sleeping beast.
"Take it with you when you leave," Shar-Teel said, rolling off the young thief and crawling to her bedroll. "I plan to enjoy your changes myself before I dispel them." Imoen briefly considered remaining to help Shar-Teel, but Ajantis' image called to her.
"Would you mind if I, ummm . . . if I returned the potion another night." She added an almost imperceptible emphasis to the word "night." Almost imperceptible.
"Dear girl, if you can make the potion work that way, you can return it any and every time you wish."