Elias pressed himself against Torvald’s skin, the giant’s rumble fading as the massive arm stilled. The armpit’s dark hollow beckoned, but Elias’s nerves made him jittery. As he adjusted his footing, his boots scraped against the coarse hairs of Torvald’s underarm, his hands brushing the skin in quick, anxious movements. To the giant, it was no mere tickle—it was an itch demanding attention.
Torvald groaned, a deep, irritated sound. His brow creased, and his enormous hand stirred, fingers flexing as they rose toward the source. Elias, caught in his own frantic adjustments, didn’t notice until the shadow engulfed him. He tried to dive into the armpit’s folds, but his scrambling only sharpened the itch. Torvald’s fingers swept in, grazing the area with clumsy precision. A fingertip snagged Elias, curling around him like a cage of warm, calloused flesh.
The world lurched as Elias was lifted skyward, the giant’s earthy scent mixing with the rush of air. Torvald, still half-dozing, muttered incoherently, his hand drifting toward his face. Elias struggled, but the grip was inescapable. Then, with a careless flick, Torvald’s fingers opened, and Elias plummeted, landing with a soft impact on the giant’s lower lip—a warm, pliant surface that quivered with each breath.
Elias scrambled to his knees, the lip’s edge sloping perilously toward the dark cavern of Torvald’s mouth. Before he could retreat, the giant exhaled, a gust of hot, humid air blasting Elias’s face, carrying the stale scent of sleep. He froze, heart hammering, as the lips parted slightly, revealing the glistening throat beyond. The slick, muscular walls pulsed faintly, a yawning abyss that seemed to pull at him. Each breath from Torvald sent another wave of heat, tousling Elias’s hair and stinging his eyes.
He clawed at the lip’s surface, desperate for traction, but the skin was slick, and his movements felt futile. The throat loomed closer with every sway of the giant’s head, the hot air relentless. Elias’s mind raced—any second, a swallow, a cough, or even a shift could send him sliding down into that darkness.
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