Lots of unusual kinks are involved in this one. Giantess, feet, strong smells. Ya better turn away if it's not up your alley.

With the end of Zagdran War, the need to keep the last heir of Kadian Kingdom safe had become Queen Velin's priority. Nearly twenty years since the changes it thrust upon those that remained which took hold in their societies. Twenty years since the High King of Kadia fell in the last battle of the Zagdran War. And coincidentally, nearly twenty years since the birth of Prince Leimin.

It didn't help that the prince had grown sickly, diseased and fragile. Reinforcing his mother's decision to decide for a guardian to keep the prince safe, while also to pick one to match his temper.

Someone big enough to stop him whenever he would try to escape. Someone big enough to be his shield, his blanket, his pillow, and wall alike. His shade from the sun or his steps when traversing dangerous terrain.

A giant.

This war stole much from every nation involved, even the victors. Though Kadia managed to avoid the extremely bitter taste of defeat, victory still came at a heavy cost and sacrifice. By the end of the twenty-year-long conflict, the majority of the nation's male population had been whittled down to a mere fraction of the original amount. What once had been a 1 to 1 ratio of men to women, by the war's end sat closer to 1 to 4. And compared to the other participants, Kadia got off comparatively light with that imbalance.

With the majority of the nation's soldiers, sailors, wyvern riders, and engineers all dead at the end of the war, the few men left now found themselves in a rather odd and unorthodox position. And so, the war changed things.

Especially when it came to a guardian assigned to him.

She often wore only light armor. While her hide was famous for it's resilience, as he'd once seen arrows and even a mace glace off the palm of her hand, she did take care to armor and gird the vitals and the joints, where her often smaller foes could exploit those tender areas with a powerful enough strike. Plus, she often relied on speed and reflexes that ought be impossible for a towering 8ft tall behemoth. Was it 8?

No, that couldn't be, not with how easily she picked him up and returned him to his room last time.

She must be nearly 9ft tall or even more now. But had she always been this way, the prince could not be sure. They almost always wore the intricate, engraved helm of the royal guards, one specially crafted to fit her and protect her eyes.

It's classical shape and regal visage help give a glowering demeanor to her otherwise soft and somehow still sweet voice. Along with armor, he remembers her thick black-dyed leathers and off-white garb that blended in with the marble walls of the tower. The only real splash of color was the red crest enshrined with a lion on her shoulder pauldron, marking her as the highest rank of a noble's personal staff. Not "officially" a knight, as despite having gone through the harrowing and brutal training of the Queen's finest soliders, she was denied proper rank or awards.

This was desired by the Queen, who had no reason to demean her best asset to protecting her son, but it was a needed concession to those in the knightly order who objected to their honor being slighted to have an "abhuman" such as herself among the ranks.

It was thought her monstrous strength and size would outshine the 'honest' achievements of her peers, and so she was made to have no peer. Despite this, Leimin would of never once noticed her complain of the slight, or show any sign that she cared at all that her accomplishments and discipline would forever go unnoticed by the military at large. That she was, technically, classified as a "War Beast" like a trained hound.

The one key missing element of her otherwise formal and often well-maintained garb was any footwear.

She simply tore them apart, her weight and size too much for the leathers to take.

As he paced around his room, a familiar *thump immediately forced his nearly naked body to a halt, before taking the hard left for his quarter's balcony.

Leimin looked at the doors, waiting, his body oddly tense.

Nothing bad would happen when his guard, his Sentinel as the position was formally called, even for war beast, came to him. In fact, he'd be safer than ever.

Yet, there was something about his chosen guardian that put him just a little off ease. Not scared, exactly, just...on edge.

Her size and great strength was one thing, and he'd even tried to get her dismissed from his care when her... "large assets" caused her hips to accidentally knock over a solid stone pillar after she turned around too fast while searching for him.

To his credit, it WAS true that all it would take is one distracted turn, one instance of her not looking as she rushed somewhere, one instance of forgetting her power, and her great giant-touched body could shatter his own like a bull trampling a hare. Yet, she was always careful around him, and his Queen's response was simply

"Good, maybe getting stepped on will teach you to stay in one spot,"

She was not serious of course, but it tipped the prince off that she was aware of his many attempts to sneak out.

No, even he had to admit he was safer with her around, not that he was really in any danger in this tower. No...it was her gaze. He'd not seen her without her helm on since being assigned to him a fortnight ago, so not a literal gaze exactly. It was just...the way he would catch her staring when she seemed to think he wasn't looking. No, not when he wasn't looking, when nobody else was looking!

That was just it...whenever they were in a group, he was at ease.

Someone else could see them, and she always behaved like a perfect knight. No matter the stubborn or callous moods he had, or the unreasonable tasks he set out for even a giantess, she'd do them with a bow and the custom chest-thumping salute, which always make a heavy tunk in her great fists.

When food was served, she'd simply say "your meal is ready, my prince" and wait at his side, letting the servants do the hard work. When he turned his back, he knew his Sentinel was standing straight and at her post. But that all changed...when they were alone.

She would tease him, turn his words back at him. Never with the same bluntness, but if she could find a clever comment that didn't upset her vows, she'd say it in...a silky, sweet way...that made his heart flutter strangely. Like the insult was a compliment or something adorable.

She'd refuse his tasks unless she could see a way to subvert them. When he'd told her to not come back until she'd help plow a garden "like the beast of burden she is" she did so in a fraction of the expected time. She simply reported the task done, but later he realized she'd used his own sheets to clean her dirty body.

Beyond the filth of the earth...he could also pick up a beastly, intoxicating musk that made his delicate senses spin, yet made his heart beat quickly as if infatuated.

When he questioned her about the incident (and had the sheets replaced) she simply said "Must of been a beast that snuck in, if you didn't send me away, maybe it wouldn't of gotten past the guard. Next time, maybe they will piss in your sheets...we don't want that...do we?" And the flustered prince couldn't tell if she was threatening...or inviting the possibility.

When it was mealtime, she'd comment on how delicious the food looked and smelled, and how good the chef did preparing it but would be staring at him the whole time. Mentioning, "I'd love to have a bite" or "I bet it's very juicy" while never saying for sure if she meant the food, or her master.

Most of all, when he was not looking, she would do little tricks. Like kiss his throne, so he'd come back and notice the large mark on his seat. He was safe with her, yes, but he could never be fully at peace.

All these thoughts swirled in his mind as he stared, waiting for it. For her. The sound of her thundering steps would start soon, yes?

Thump. Thump.

Those big, bare, somehow callous free feet would be stomping through here any moment now. It was maddening how he couldn't help but think of her wide, healthy thighs and bare, often dirty and sweaty feet, as that's what he often saw first due to their height difference.

He sighed, leaning against the balcony, the thought of her and her giant body hard to shake as the anticipation grew.

His throat grew a lump, forcing him to breathe through his nose... which then made him pause. There was something in the air. Heavy, almost sour, and he'd smelled it before. Sweat. Her sweat. The same sweat on those sheets that day. The same scent that he'd catch on her as she pulled him from hiding spots or when she's back from a difficult physical task. How could he be smelling her, before he even heard her? How did she smell so close...

Like she was behind him.

"Hello prince, a nice night, is it not? I wanted to surprise you by coming in another way than usual, but you were too clever for that..." She said, her breath steaming through the helm, and sending a tickling chill over his skin. She knew full well he was here to try and escape her. In truth, she scaled the sides of the tower just because she expected him to be here, and that she wanted him to see how futile it was for him make it harder for her to reach him. Her over eight-foot-tall (nine? ten?!) form loomed, her muscles flexing and sweat dripping off her arms and a rippling set of abdominal muscles could be seen through her leathers, as she was straining to keep her grip on the balcony, but was in no danger of falling.

"Why don't you step back, my prince? I don't want to cling here for too long, and I'd hate to step on you to get onto the balcony..." She said, her voice cute and gentle, but the implication what non-compliance would cause very clear.

If you've got this far, message me, with an idea for her name, and your kinks&limits. If there's even someone that's open to all this degeneracy.

But yeah, giantess bodyguard. A teasing big-sister vibes. I do have to specify, it can go many ways, but I'd prefer if it was romantic/wholesome even if she'll be in complete control. There's a thing that served as inspiration for this prompt, and I'll share it with you via PM's.

I don't have much to add. My other prompt is also the foundation for this idea. So feel free to give it a read too it's pinned. And also, prompt's open to subs, doms, switches etc. Just be prepared for some brainstorming, and if you've also read everything, let me know if you have an idea for your character's name. Or better yet, have it included in your message. Will make it easier to see if you've read the prompt.

Kinks: Amazonian women, either them being dominated or them dominating their partner; breeding; anal, and feet, face sitting, switch relationships, romance, cuddling, playful wrestling, sweat, pubic hair (armpit/crotch), monstrous characters, musk, giantess, frotting, facesitting, grinding, hotdogging, piercings, tattoos, bodypaint, worship, scars, addictive cum (not hypnotizing kind, just more of a satisfying type usually just for futa characters.) , foreskin play, small dom big sub/big dom small sub, futanari, MILF's, very curvy/well-endowed characters, Herbos (Himbo but for futa/female character.), mommy/big sis personality, gentle giant, doting character paired up with someone sickly, ugly duckling trope, chubby but strong/big women/futas, hyperspermic futas, fat grotesque futa cocks, big testicles, huge breasts, thick thighs, Venus body, dark skinned/tanned characters, Foodplay (Kinda related to chubby characters and more extreme fetishes) -> (More extreme kinks from vore and toilet play are fine too but have to be discussed, and also aren't a must/needed to those against them. I'm into some of them and I'm indifferent to others.)

Not really kinks but writing preferences: Third person, multi-paragraph responses from both sides. (4-6 paragraphs minimum or more.), mutual worldbuilding.

Not really kinks but writing preferences: Third person, multi-paragraph responses from both sides. (4-6 paragraphs minimum or more.), mutual worldbuilding.

Limits: Abuse, Underage, Cheating, Cuckold, ntr.

Since I already mentioned some extreme kinks, I might just make a list of all the gross, nasty shit I am open to playing/including but I don't see fitting into our RP unless both parties enjoy that kink and want to explore it in this or another pairing. If I didn't mention something you're into though and you also consider it extreme/very niche, feel free to bring it up. Hell you might just might make me enjoy another fetish that way, it's how the list below and above even formed up lmao. Well, you've been warned, here goes.

Extreme Kinks: Weight gain, vore/soft vore (all kinds) (playing prey), toilet play, Yandere, multiple breasts, female/futa brutification, smegma, primal themes, slob futa/female characters, gas/farting, belching, transformation, growth, lipples, stinky feet,

Anyways take care and thanks for reading.

(Still looking for partners for Fledgling Healer&Warrior Woman RP, witcher, lioness etc.)

(I'm also interested in my Fledgling healer paired up with warrior woman in a grimdark theme RP so attaching this shameless plug here. ;y)