When the Giant finished, Ysolda noticed the bulge again from under the animal skins. She moved toward the edge of the slab, sitting right before the Giant. Ysolda then leaned back, parting her legs and tilting her pelvis, offering herself fully to the Giant. He looked at her parted sex and back to her face, but not making the connection. Ysolda, then reached under the skins, finding the erection in full bloom. With a slight hesitation, she put the head to her slit and moved toward the Giant, feeling the swollen knob pressingly intensely against her wet opening. The Giant growled a primitive growl of pleasure and put his hands around Ysolda’s hips, pulling her swiftly toward him. Her body tensed in pain, crying out mostly in fear.
The Giant stopped and looked at her, then as he pulled again he did so slowly and she began to moan with the exquisite feeling of immeasurable fullness. Each time he thrust, he thrust deeper into her. There was no way he could fit completely inside her, but would give as much as she could physically take, which was a surprising depth. The rough skin of his erection provided a delicious friction against the tender, fleshy walls within her, which were uncontrollably fluttering against the Giant’s immense rod. Ysolda moaned in rhythm to his plunges, bringing her fingers up to her hard nipples and pulling them fiercely, matching his thrusts. The visual delighted the Giant as he made a noise akin to a laugh and sped up his plowing, unrelenting in his pursuit. Ysolda felt her body ignite, the blood rushing to her face as she screamed out in utter ecstasy.
The Giant once again came inside her, the force of his cum in the vacuum of her womb pushed the Giant back, withdrawing his cock. Again, cum came like rain over the fertile landscape, rivets of cream over the mounds and valley of her shaking body. The amount was truly staggering. It pooled under her body on the stone slab, making sucking sounds when she moved her legs and ass, making it hard for her to gain any traction. She was sliding around in shallow puddles of cum when she finally regained her breath.
The Giant looked at her, his eyelids drooping, a look of fatigue and satisfaction lined his face. It looked as though he thought for a moment, then walked away from her. She could hear him messing about with something on the floor by the fire. Straining to see what was going on, Ysolda tried to sit up, but continued to slip in the cooling pools of cum. When the Giant returned, he presented her with a mammoth tusk, engraved with the same markings he carefully drew all over her body. As she took it, she looked into his black, glassy eyes, still regarding her. Ysolda could not help but smile.
"The Mammoth Tusk - Epilogue" (1 of 2) [Giant/Ysolda, het]
The Giant stopped and looked at her, then as he pulled again he did so slowly and she began to moan with the exquisite feeling of immeasurable fullness. Each time he thrust, he thrust deeper into her. There was no way he could fit completely inside her, but would give as much as she could physically take, which was a surprising depth. The rough skin of his erection provided a delicious friction against the tender, fleshy walls within her, which were uncontrollably fluttering against the Giant’s immense rod. Ysolda moaned in rhythm to his plunges, bringing her fingers up to her hard nipples and pulling them fiercely, matching his thrusts. The visual delighted the Giant as he made a noise akin to a laugh and sped up his plowing, unrelenting in his pursuit. Ysolda felt her body ignite, the blood rushing to her face as she screamed out in utter ecstasy.
The Giant once again came inside her, the force of his cum in the vacuum of her womb pushed the Giant back, withdrawing his cock. Again, cum came like rain over the fertile landscape, rivets of cream over the mounds and valley of her shaking body. The amount was truly staggering. It pooled under her body on the stone slab, making sucking sounds when she moved her legs and ass, making it hard for her to gain any traction. She was sliding around in shallow puddles of cum when she finally regained her breath.
The Giant looked at her, his eyelids drooping, a look of fatigue and satisfaction lined his face. It looked as though he thought for a moment, then walked away from her. She could hear him messing about with something on the floor by the fire. Straining to see what was going on, Ysolda tried to sit up, but continued to slip in the cooling pools of cum. When the Giant returned, he presented her with a mammoth tusk, engraved with the same markings he carefully drew all over her body. As she took it, she looked into his black, glassy eyes, still regarding her. Ysolda could not help but smile.