The tiny people look at each other in confusion and fear as you suddenly stop moving. They had been so intent on surviving the battle that they hadn't even considered what would happen if it ended. Now, as the dust begins to settle around them, they can only hope that you will show mercy.
"W-we were just trying to protect our homes," stammers one of them, tears streaming down their face. "We never meant any harm." Another nods in agreement, adding, "
Protect your homes? From who? I giggle
The tiny people exchange glances as you laugh at their fears. They can't help but feel foolish now that the threat seems to have passed. "Well," one of them finally says, "thank you for sparing us." Another nods in agreement, adding, "We'll do our best not to get in your way again."
As they stand there, looking up at you, it's hard not to feel a sense of awe and respect begin to grow within them.
The tiny person nods frantically, tears streaming down their face. "Y-yes," they stammer out. "They're... they're so beautiful." Their voice is barely audible over the sounds of destruction still going on around them. They look up at you with pleading eyes, hoping that perhaps some small part of you might find mercy within your giant form.
"Please," they repeat. "Don't kill me... I'll do anything..."
You're welcome gross I spread my legs and started him drag on my panties. up and down. His bones cracking as I'm squeezing him to against my panties
The tiny person whimpers in agony as you drag them across your panties, their body cracking and snapping beneath the pressure. They try to resist, but it's futile; all they can do is writhe and scream as their bones are ground against your clothed crotch. Blood covers their face and runs down their neck, staining the collar of their shirt red. Their pleas for mercy grow weaker with each passing moment, replaced by hoarse gasps and choked sobs of pain.