The gentle, cool breath of the night swept through the Great Tree, rustling the ancient leaves of the Sacred Tree Gloxinia's Basilicum where Diane often found solace. It was a rare, quiet evening, the kind that invited introspection and the soft murmur of unspoken desires. Diane, the Serpent's Sin of Envy, found herself perched on a colossal branch, her long, flowing brunette hair catching the moonlight like a cascade of dark silk. Her gaze was distant, fixed on the shimmering stars that peppered the inky sky, but her thoughts were far closer, swirling around the one person who had managed to steal her giant heart, a heart once hardened by loss and the harsh lessons of Matrona, her adoptive mother.

Her vast frame, usually a source of immense power and sometimes playful mischief, felt oddly tender tonight. The weight of her past, her connection to the earth, and the lingering shadow of her unique existence in a world of smaller beings often left her feeling isolated, despite the unwavering companionship of her beloved Sin comrades. Tonight, however, the loneliness was different; it was a yearning, a deep, persistent ache for a connection that transcended words, a desire to be seen and loved not just for her strength, but for the soft, vulnerable woman beneath the warrior's exterior. She longed for a touch that could make her feel small and cherished, even as her "Big Tits" and powerful physique bespoke of immense presence.

A soft rustle from below, barely audible to anyone but a giantess, signaled his arrival. King, floating gracefully on Chastiefol, ascended to her perch, his expression a mixture of concern and affection. He didn't need to speak; he understood her moods with an intuition that only deepened her love for him. He landed beside her, his small form a stark contrast to her own, yet his presence filled the space with warmth. The unspoken tension between them, a delicious blend of enduring affection and the nascent blossoming of their rediscovered love, hummed in the moonlit air.

"Thinking deep thoughts again, Diane?" King's voice was a gentle melody, a soothing balm to her restless spirit. He reached out, his hand hesitantly brushing against her much larger one. The contact, though fleeting, sent a tremor through her, a spark of electricity that ignited a blush on her cheeks, visible even in the pale moonlight. This was the King from her past, the kind, gentle boy who had taught her to love, and she, the Diane of the "Nanatsu No Taizai", was ready to embrace that love fully.

"Just… everything, King," she admitted, her voice a low, rumbling confession that carried the weight of her emotions. "Our journey, the battles, and… us. Sometimes, I still feel so… big. So different. How can someone like me ever truly… be close to someone like you?" Her gaze drifted back to him, her eyes, usually so bright and determined, clouded with a rare vulnerability. The very concept of intimacy, of truly merging, felt complicated by their size disparity, a hurdle her Serpent's Sin of Envy had often whispered doubts about.

King, with a determination that belied his size, floated closer, his hand finding hers again, intertwining their fingers, his small digits swallowed by her own. "Diane, your size is a part of you, a magnificent part. It's never been a barrier to my heart, and it never will be. If anything, it makes you even more… breathtaking. And as for closeness… I think we're closer than anyone, aren't we?" He looked up at her, his eyes shining with an earnestness that melted her heart, dissolving the last vestiges of her doubt and the shadow of Matrona's strict teachings about strength over sentiment.

A sigh escaped her lips, a deep breath that filled her substantial chest, causing her "Big Tits" to rise and fall gracefully. She leaned down, slowly, carefully, until her face was level with his. The air crackled with unspoken desire, a magnetic pull drawing them together. Her gaze devoured his features, the kindness in his eyes, the gentle curve of his lips. Her heart pounded a giant's rhythm against her ribs, a drumbeat of anticipation and longing. This was it. The moment she had yearned for, dreamt of, ever since their memories had returned.

His hand, no longer just holding hers, reached up to cup her cheek, his touch surprisingly firm and confident. "Diane," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "I love you." The words were a soft explosion in her soul, shattering her remaining reservations. She closed the small distance, her lips, soft and full, meeting his in a kiss that was both tentative and infinitely passionate. It started slow, tender, a confirmation of their enduring affection, then deepened, blooming into a fervent expression of all the years of unspoken longing, of battles fought and dreams shared. Her large hand moved to cup the back of his head, drawing him in closer, as if to absorb him whole, a gentle giantess embracing her beloved.

The kiss became a torrent, a hungry exchange of breath and promises. Diane's entire being vibrated with newfound desire. Her body, usually so constrained by the need to be careful, yearned for release, for contact. She pulled him closer, her arms wrapping around his smaller frame, careful yet possessive. He responded with equal fervor, his hands roaming over her back, tracing the curves of her waist, the generous swell of her hips, and finding purchase on the full, soft mounds of her "Big Tits" that pressed against him. A soft moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure pleasure as his touch ignited a fire deep within her, a fire that had long smoldered, waiting for this moment.

The embrace deepened, her large, powerful body molding around his, cradling him. She could feel the hard press of his body against her softness, and the contrast was electrifying. His fingers deftly unlaced the fastenings of her top, freeing her magnificent breasts from their confinement. They spilled forth, heavy and perfect, catching the moonlight, their dusky pink nipples already firm and engorged, aching for his touch. King's eyes, wide with adoration and desire, fixed on them, and he leaned in, tasting one, then the other, suckling gently, then with increasing fervor. Diane gasped, her head falling back against the tree, a guttural moan escaping her lips, a primal sound of pure bliss.

His tongue, agile and warm, worked magic on her nipples, eliciting shivers that ran through her giant frame. Her hands, massive yet surprisingly delicate, threaded through his hair, holding him close, pressing him deeper into her flesh. "King… oh, King," she breathed, her voice ragged with desire. Her whole body was alive, tingling, her core already aching with a wet heat. The "Serpent's Sin Of Envy" had never felt such overwhelming, exquisite sensations. She wanted to feel him everywhere, to take him into every part of her being, to bridge the gap of their sizes with pure, unadulterated passion.

They moved from the branch to a softer patch of grass beneath, Chastiefol gently cushioning their descent. Her clothes, simple and warrior-like, were easily shed, revealing her magnificent, statuesque form in its entirety. Her "Brunette" hair fanned out around her, a dark halo against the pale grass. King, equally undressed, looked up at her, a profound reverence in his gaze, mixed with an unbridled hunger. He kissed her belly, her hips, her inner thighs, tracing a path of fire downwards, making her shiver and writhe in delicious anticipation. "I want all of you, Diane," he murmured against her skin, his words a heady promise.

Her legs, long and powerful, parted instinctively, inviting him closer. His fingers found her slick, engorged core, teasing, stroking, delving into her feminine depths with a practiced rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing over her. She arched her back, her "Big Tits" rising and falling with her labored breaths, her hips grinding against his hand, silently pleading for more. "Yes, King… please," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, lost in the symphony of the night and their shared passion.

As he continued to pleasure her with his fingers and mouth, King looked up, his eyes meeting hers. "Diane," he began, his voice a low rumble against her skin, "I want to be inside you, truly. Every part of you." His gaze was intense, seeking her permission, her complete trust. He paused, then continued, "Even… your deepest part. If you'll have me." The implication was clear, and a new wave of sensation, a thrill mixed with a flicker of apprehension, shot through her. "Anal." The word hung in the air, unsaid but understood. Her heart pounded harder. Matrona's lessons were about resilience, about facing challenges head-on. This felt like a challenge, but one born of love and deep intimacy.

She looked into his eyes, seeing only adoration and a profound understanding. The "Serpent's Sin Of Envy" had always been about possessiveness, about wanting what others had. Now, she wanted to give him everything, to feel completely taken, completely consumed by him. It was a surrender unlike any she had ever known, a profound act of trust. A slow, sensual smile spread across her face. "King," she breathed, her hand reaching down to cup his face, "if it's with you, I want to feel everything. All of you. Take me, my love. All of me."

A triumphant grin touched his lips as he saw the desire and trust shining in her eyes. He kissed her deeply, pouring all his love and passion into the embrace. With gentle persuasion, he shifted her, positioning her just so. He took his time, preparing her with the utmost care, using the natural slickness of her arousal and the gentle, persistent pressure of his fingers to explore and expand, eliciting gasps and shivers from her. Diane, despite her initial apprehension, found herself melting under his skilled touch, her body slowly, exquisitely yielding to the foreign sensation, trusting him implicitly. Her powerful legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer, instinctively seeking the ultimate connection.

Then, slowly, carefully, he began to push, inch by agonizing inch, into her tight, sensitive entrance. Diane gasped, her eyes wide, a raw cry escaping her lips. It was intense, a burning stretch, but not painful, not with his care. She clenched her fists, her knuckles white, but her body relaxed under his soothing words and gentle kisses. "Easy, my love, easy," he whispered against her ear, guiding her, reassuring her. With a final, slow push, he was fully inside, deep within her, a sensation so utterly profound and overwhelming that Diane cried out, a mix of shock and pure ecstasy.

Her body convulsed around him, her muscles clenching and releasing, adapting to his presence. The tightness, the fullness, was intoxicating, a new frontier of pleasure she had never imagined. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, not of pain, but of overwhelming sensation and the incredible intimacy of the moment. She felt utterly taken, completely possessed, a vulnerable giantess in the arms of her devoted lover. "Oh, King… oh… this is… incredible," she choked out, her voice barely recognizable, raw with passion. Her "Big Tits" jiggled with every thrust, a mesmerizing dance of flesh and desire.

He began to move, slowly at first, allowing her body to adjust, then gradually building momentum, his thrusts becoming deeper, more confident, more urgent. Each penetration sent a jolt of pure pleasure through her, vibrating through her core, making her toes curl and her fingers dig into the soft earth beneath them. The rhythmic friction was exquisite, a relentless assault on her senses that pushed her closer and closer to the brink. Her moans grew louder, uninhibited, echoing in the quiet night. She wrapped her powerful legs even tighter around his waist, urging him deeper, faster, wanting more, always more.

The "Serpent's Sin Of Envy" was consumed by passion, her consciousness narrowed to the sensations ripping through her. She felt him everywhere, his heat, his hardness, filling her in a way she never thought possible. Her climax built rapidly, a powerful tremor starting deep within her, spreading like wildfire through her vast frame. She cried out his name, a guttural roar of pure release as her body convulsed violently, wave after wave of exquisite pleasure crashing over her. Her muscles spasmed around him, milking every last drop of sensation from his presence, her "Brunette" hair thrashing against the grass as she rode the peak of her ecstasy.

King, feeling her climax encompass him, groaned his own release, his body shuddering with powerful thrusts. He surged deep inside her, emptying himself, filling her completely. The warmth of his "creampie" spread through her, a hot, liquid warmth that flooded her deepest parts, a potent reminder of their profound connection. She gasped, a final, shuddering breath, feeling his essence mingle with her own, a tangible symbol of their love and shared passion. The sensation of his warmth filling her, coating her, was utterly divine, a deeply intimate conclusion to their magnificent union. Her body thrummed with the aftershocks of pleasure, her "Big Tits" still heaving from their exertions.

They lay there for a long time, entangled, breathless, their bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of their lovemaking. King slowly withdrew, his eyes tenderly meeting hers. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips, his touch reverent. Diane, utterly sated and deeply cherished, pulled him close, nestling his smaller frame against her substantial breast, feeling his heart beat against her skin. The moonlight still bathed them, casting a silvery glow over their entwined forms. The "Nanatsu No Taizai" had faced countless battles, but this act of intimate surrender, this raw, beautiful vulnerability, felt like the greatest victory of all.

"I love you, King," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion, burying her face in his hair. "I never knew… I could feel so much. So completely. You make me feel… whole." She could still feel the warmth of his "creampie" inside her, a beautiful, tangible proof of their bond, a secret shared only between them. The apprehension of her "Serpent's Sin Of Envy" had been replaced by pure, unadulterated bliss. The lessons of Matrona about strength were true, but this new strength, born of love and vulnerability, was even more profound.

He held her tighter, pressing a soft kiss to her collarbone. "And you, my Diane, make me feel like the luckiest man in all the realms. You are magnificent." His words, filled with genuine adoration, wrapped around her like a warm blanket. In the quiet embrace of the night, under the watchful eyes of the stars, Diane, the giantess, the warrior, the "Serpent's Sin Of Envy," found a profound peace. Her heart, once burdened by loneliness and the complexities of her unique existence, was now overflowing, full of love, fulfillment, and the lingering, sweet memory of a night of ultimate, passionate surrender, culminating in the deepest "creampie" she had ever known.