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Giant/Any
Date: 2014-01-31 07:24 am (UTC)Go crazy.
"The Mammoth Tusk" (1 of 6) [Giant/Ysolda, het]
Date: 2014-02-02 02:51 am (UTC)Taking the final mouthful of her mead, Ysolda decided right then and there to help herself.
The next morning, she set out from the town gates, heading west toward Fort Greymoor. She knew from her dealings with Sleeping Tree Sap that there was a lone Giant who lived in Sleeping Tree Cave. She figured it would be easier to have him in the cave, while she scoured the camp for mammoth skulls and hopefully tusks. Typically, giants lived outdoors in nomadic camps set up as they followed their herds, but this giant was different. She did not want to chance giving a giant free-range or running into more than one. She wasn’t even sure running into a 12-foot, grey humanoid was such a good idea, but she was desperate for a mammoth tusk and a lone giant, potentially accounted for in a cave seemed her best option.
By nightfall on the fourth day, Ysolda reached the outskirts of Sleeping Tree Camp. She was tired, her denim and leather dress dusty from the road, but she was also exhilarated at being faced with possibility of collecting the object that could be the answer to all her problems. Crouching behind a boulder, she observed the camp. She saw a raging bonfire surrounded by wooden posts with strange carvings and paint marks. She could smell the mammoth herd nearby, probably over the next hill. She noticed large bowls with cloth covers on rocks near the fire, and a large wooden chest with more markings. She did not see the giant.
Ysolda crept from her hiding spot after ten minutes and moved closer to the camp. Moving silently, but deftly she wandered past a stone block that also had more of the carvings and paint. The only illumination was the fire and the clear light of the half moons. She began to quickly look around at the ground covering, seeing numerous bones and skulls.
"The Mammoth Tusk" (2 of 6) [Giant/Ysolda, het]
Date: 2014-02-02 02:56 am (UTC)Things became surreal as Ysolda watched the Giant charging toward her. Her ears filled with the deafening fullness of her heart beating and her body instinctively clawed at the trap to get away. The way with which the Giant moved was fluid, but terrifying. He was enormous, grey-green with strange carvings on his chest and arms. He was naked, save for hides and skulls that covered his waist, forearms and shins. The large club he drug behind would have been large enough to ford some of the small streams around Whiterun. Ysolda swallowed hard as she saw the club raised in her direction. She wasn’t stupid. She knew the stories – giants did not forgive, they did not barter, and they did not spare lives. She closed her eyes tightly and waited for the inevitable.
But the inevitable was not the club crashing down on her short, auburn hair, cracking her skull like an egg, spilling brains and blood before the fire. She opened one eye to see what was going on when she saw the Giant crouching before her, nearly eye level. She screamed and lurched back.
“No Khajiit. No bandit.”
Ysolda did not move. Did the Giant just talk? She furrowed her eyebrows and thought that she was surely dead and that she was hallucinating this scenario.
“No Khajiit. No bandit.” There could be no mistake. She watched the Giant’s mouth move as he repeated the words.
“N…n…no.” Ysolda managed to utter. She could barely control her breathing and racing heart – she felt like she would lose consciousness. The Giant seemed to regard her words and then moved closer, black eyes looking. He began to sniff the air in front of her.
“Female.” The Giant grunted. The word filled Ysolda with a new dread, but what could she do?
“Y…yes. Female.” She responded. Then thought quickly. “No hurt.” she said, not altogether convincingly. The Giant stood up, towering over her. He picked up Ysolda and the net-trap like he was carrying a purse and moved into the cave.
“Oh Talos, what did I get myself into?” Ysolda wondered aloud. She swung by the Giant’s side. Do Giants eat humans? Nords in particular? She then realized she still had her dagger by her side. There was no point in attempting to cut the netting or stab the Giant, she would be but a gnat against him and she was not inclined to damage any goodwill she may have going. He brought her deeper into the cave, she could feel the air change, wetter and heavier. The smell of freshly skinned animals also permeated her nostrils. Maybe he wanted a new human hide to add to his collection.
"The Mammoth Tusk" (3 of 6) [Giant/Ysolda, het]
Date: 2014-02-02 02:58 am (UTC)The Giant put down the club, grunting, and opened the net-trap, leaving Ysolda lying before him. There was no mistaking the fact that he was a Giant, large and formidably, but Ysolda noticed he was not twelve feet tall, maybe nine or ten. She quickly assessed her surroundings and noticed that there were more human-type trappings in the cave, albeit extremely primitive. He also lived in a cave, unlike other giants. Was he some Halfling? A hybrid? Perhaps she could use this to her benefit.
He knelt down and inclined his head toward her, studying her in the firelight. She dared not move. The firelight, however, caught the hilt of her dagger and the Giant immediately grabbed her with both hands, raising her up. Ysolda screamed and struggled, but the Giant’s grip impossibly strengthened. Instinctually, she stopped moving, unable to breathe. Gasping, she looked at the Giant, her hazel eyes bulging. His grip slowly loosened. Ysolda’s throat and lungs burned, but the sweet rush of air, coated the inflammation causing her to choke and cough. The Giant put her back on the ground, but ripped at the dagger, attempting to remove it from Ysolda. She did not fight him, but cried out as he pulled the dagger and fabric from her body, leaving her dress in shreds around her frame. All that remained was her tan-leather undergarments and boots. The Giant looked at her for a long time, waiting for her to move or aggress. She stood still, only now panting and shivering as the adrenaline coursed through her body. He picked up the remnants of her clothing and sniffed them headily.
“Female.” The Giant said again. What was he thinking, Ysolda wondered? Had he never seen a female before? The notion that there were no female giants raced into Ysolda’s mind - what did he have planned for her? Her eyes wet with fear, she ran through the litany of all the abuses he could commit against her. The Giant then picked her up again and brought her close to his face. She could smell him – moss and animal hide, warm and not unpleasant, but feral and unknown. His hair was matted with dirt and leaves, skin grey and course, like old unoiled leather, his eyes, glassy and black. He brought her ever so closer to his face. She could feel his warm, wet breath on her skin, the slow rumble from his throat as he inspected her. He then leaned his nose against her stomach, just under her breasts and sniffed deeply. Her heart raced and her breath caught in her throat. His nose was pressed into her skin and she could feel the strong strokes of air sweeping over her skin as he inhaled. His head was twice the size of a Nord male’s, which made sense due to the Giant’s size. Ysolda found herself wondering if everything was twice the size of a Nord male but quickly brought herself back to the present.
The Giant must have felt her jerk in his hand and withdrew, pulling her back and looking at her. He kept looking at her and looking at her, Ysolda was growing slightly mad from the waiting. Before she realize what she was doing, she slowly moved her right hand, palm down toward his nose. He watched her hand move right to his nose and stop. He regarded her for a moment and then bent in to smell her hand. Again, he pressed his nose to her skin and took his fill of her scent. Her body strangely tingled from the exchange.
"The Mammoth Tusk" (4 of 6) [Giant/Ysolda, het]
Date: 2014-02-02 03:00 am (UTC)The Giant’s eyes widened as he watched, still holding her in one hand. Ysolda again began kneading the mounds in circular motions, alternatively pulling on the hard peaks of her pink nipples. She cried out softly with pleasure, her body slightly shuddering. The Giant continued to watch her, his own guttural rumblings increasing. Ysolda finally stopped and motioned to her right breast. There was no reaction. She again looked at the Giant and pointed to the succulent mound. The Giant moved in slowly, the black eyes transfixed. He again sniffed her skin, his rough nose causing a delightful friction against the tender pink bud. Ysolda let a little moan escape, catching herself and looked to the Giant. He watched her reaction and then repeated the same movement, still watching Ysolda. She again moaned out. The Giant grunted in almost an approving manner. Then much to Ysolda’s surprise, the Giant opened his mouth, revealing a wet, grey-black tongue.
The rough tongue felt animalistic and sent Ysolda moaning louder. Her body began to tense with that glorious heat. The Giant continued to lick her breasts fully, alternating between the two, making them bounce with the force of his movements. The firelight sent shadows of the mounds dancing across Ysolda’s stomach. Her breasts quivered like a set pudding, firm but delightfully yielding. Instinctively, the Giant began to focus heavily on her pink nipples, giving him the reactions for her that he desired without the full motions of before. Without thinking, Ysolda’s hands clutched the Giant’s hands that were about the waist. She was massaging his skin subconsciously, lost in pleasure. The Giant looked at her for a moment, stopping his movements but then quickly resumed his ministrations. Her breasts were glistening in the light and growing red from the rough friction. She shook and cried out when the Giant stopped licking her marble-hard nipples and began to suck them. The feeling was terrifying at first because his mouth was so large, he could seemingly swallow a whole breast in one movement, but he was able to maneuver his lips to manipulate Ysolda’s nipples, garnering the heated reactions he seemed to be desiring. Ysolda thought she was going to burst, but could not think about anything else, the sensation was overwhelming. She could hardly believe it when she came in the Giant’s hands, held aloft.
As her breathing slowly returned to her, she had the sober realization that she was still being held by a Giant in a cave, captive in a net only ten minutes ago. She straightened up, but something caught the Giant’s attention. He rotated his wrists, thusly rotating her body so her legs were closer to his face. He began to sniff her legs ferociously, but was not finding what he was looking for. The Giant moved his way up her knees, passed her thigh and Ysolda flooded with realization – she could feel the immense wetness between her legs and the Giant could evidently smell it. His nose found her undergarments and he pressed heavily into the humid area between her legs. She gasped from the pressure and the intensity with which he took in her scent.
"The Mammoth Tusk" (5 of 6) [Giant/Ysolda, het]
Date: 2014-02-02 03:03 am (UTC)Without thinking, Ysolda’s hands moved to her extremely wet slit, her legs parting to ensure the Giant had a full view. Her fingers expertly moved over her bulging clit, circling and squeezing it. Ysolda threw her head back and cried out with sheer pleasure from the sensation. The Giant crouched lower, sniffing right above Ysolda’s busy fingers. Her hips began to move uncontrollably as the tight buildup in her groin increased. Her breath was hard and fast. She could feel the Giant’s breath on her fingers and inner thighs – wet, warm and also fast. She brought her head up to look at him, his eyes fixed on the fury of action. Ysolda could feel her wetness streaming from her, on her thighs and down her slit to her ass. She knew it had to be pooling underneath her on the rock, mingling with whatever sacrifice has taken place before her. The sheer primal nature of the situation threw her over the final throws into full orgasm, legs twitching compulsively with the throbs of pleasure.
As her fingers slowed, her hips still rhythmically moving in time to residual waves of heat, she felt her hands moved from between her legs and pinned to her sides. Looking up, she saw the Giant had his hands over her own; his head dangerously close to her sex. She felt like a bug, pinned and wriggling to the wall. The reality of the situation was she was completely subject to his will and he wanted to inspect the source of the rivers of nectar coming from her. The Giant sniffed and then the grey-black tongue came forth, licking and lapping her. The rough texture and brutal force was almost too intense and Ysolda cried out as he greedily drank from her. Like probing honey from a comb, his tongue and lips continued to explore, much to her delight. He found the deeper slit and stabbed at it with his tongue. Ysolda thought she would pass out from the feeling, so insistent and raw. The Giant must have been amazed - the more he lapped away, the more came of the sweet, musky fluid. When she thought she could take no more, the Giant stopped.
Ysolda drunkenly looked up from the stone slab. The Giant towered over her. Escaping from the animal skins was his immense, grey erection. The Giant seemed to regard it and her, as though he never had experienced it before, but knew it was connected to her presence. She slowly sat up. The Giant did not move. Ysolda pulled her knees under herself to flip onto all fours and she crawled over to the Giant, still unmoving. She looked up at the Giant, his large black eyes over her, his bulging erection eye-level and a few inches away. She slowly reached out her hand. His length was that of her entire arm. The sheer size and thickness was startling but also incredibly stirring. She gently touched it and the Giant shifted his weight, grunting, but letting her continue. The skin was also rough, coarse, but Ysolda could feel the throb emanating from it, the blood flow intense and powerful.
"The Mammoth Tusk" (6 of 6) [Giant/Ysolda, het]
Date: 2014-02-02 03:05 am (UTC)She quickly lubricated both hands and vigorously pumped his shaft. The Giant roared with obvious pleasure, watching her move. She would alternatively lap the swollen head as she continued to work his length. The Giant then grabbed her hair and forced her face onto his member, Ysolda knowing he wanted to plumb the depths of her throat. She opened again to his insistent thrusting and took him in as far as before, gagging from the length and fullness. There was such a mess of saliva and sweat that the dust and muck from the table became like a primitive war paint, decorating Ysolda’s body. The Giant withdrew and once again thrusting deep into her mouth and down her throat, so powerful that Ysolda though he might poke out the back of her skull. She kept gagging and gasping for air, finding the experience overwhelming but arousing. She moved her fingers again to her own throbbing groin, making a V with her forefinger and middle finger to nestle her clit between and spiritedly work it. She could feel her orgasm intensify with her lack of air, all the time, the Giant pounding his three-foot erection down her slobbering throat.
The Giant began to come in her throat and it felt to Ysolda like drowning in a sea of custard, so thick and gelatinous. He pulled his length from her, roaring and shooting ribbons of white cum into her mouth as she tried to clear her airway, cum streaming from her nose and mouth. Like a geyser, his immense cock spewed cum forth, hitting her face, streaming down her neck and splashing over her full breasts. Cum covered her torso and dripped down the length of her body, pooling on her stomach and eventually sliding between her legs, lubricating her clit as she came again, still coughing but unwilling to stop. Cum was so thick that it hung in streamers off her nipples and moved slowly down her body like drying glue.
After a series of groans, the Giant regarded Ysolda. She was awash in his cum and the mud mixture from the slab, looking quite primal herself. She lay back on the slab and the Giant began to trace markings onto her skin, made visible by the cum and mud. Ysolda watched in fascination as he worked from the tips of her feet, up her legs, over her stomach, around and on her breasts, and down each arm. The markings resembled the ones she notices on the stones outside and the carvings upon the Giant’s chest. She could only guess at their meaning, but had a notion of the significance.
"The Mammoth Tusk - Epilogue" (1 of 2) [Giant/Ysolda, het]
Date: 2014-02-02 03:07 am (UTC)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.
Re: "The Mammoth Tusk - Epilogue" (1 of 2) [Giant/Ysolda, het]
Date: 2014-02-02 11:53 am (UTC)This story? Amazing, thank you!
You are my favorite person right now.
~Much love from OP
Re: "The Mammoth Tusk - Epilogue" (1 of 2) [Giant/Ysolda, het]
Date: 2014-02-03 12:23 am (UTC)Yeah! So glad you enjoyed! This was one of my first forays into fanfic - great to get outside my comfort zone. Thanks for lovely feedback :)
Re: "The Mammoth Tusk - Epilogue" (1 of 2) [Giant/Ysolda, het]
Date: 2014-02-04 01:15 pm (UTC)Re: "The Mammoth Tusk - Epilogue" (1 of 2) [Giant/Ysolda, het]
Date: 2014-02-03 02:37 pm (UTC)A!A here
Date: 2014-02-06 04:07 pm (UTC)"The Mammoth Tusk - Epilogue" (2 of 2) [Giant/Ysolda, het]
Date: 2014-02-06 04:06 pm (UTC)She slowly and quietly crept from the cave, mammoth tusk in hand. Ysolda had to stop and wash the Giant's fluids and mud from her pale body before she re-entered the city. The last thing she wanted was some guard pestering her or worse, taking her into custody. She also found an abandoned house on the way - scorch marks and skeletons - a dragon attack. Unlucky for the family that once lived there, but lucky for her that the flames had not destroyed a crate on a shielded wall. She hastily dressed in the rough linen garments and boots, making her way to Whiterun and entering the city without incident.
She shut the door to her tiny house, leaning her body against the wood. She drew a long breath and slowly exhaled, looking around her meager abode. She dropped the tusk on her bed and went to the hearth to make a meal - she had not eaten since before entering the Giant's camp. To her dismay, her potatoes were molded and unfit for consumption. She quickly changed into one of her other dresses and headed to the Bannered Mare for supper.
The noise and smoke greeted her as it had done almost every night since she first arrived in Whiterun eight years ago. She sat by the fire, eating bread and stew, looking at the scene before her. Mikael grouping Carlotta, Sinmir rambling about the city guards, Uthgerd making eyes at her, trying to seduce her. Even Amren and Idolaf trying to catch her eye. Ysolda sighed and looked at her meal. Suddenly she felt different - she would normally love their advances, but they didn't look at her deeply, knowingly, with fascination. She remembered the dark, glassy eyes, the smell of moss. She abruptly ran from the inn - she needed air.
She ran straight to her house. What was wrong with her? She had everything she thought she ever wanted, her future secure now she had the tusk. She walked over to it, looking at the strange carvings. She could feel the Giant's finger on her skin, tracing the same patterns. Her stomach felt warm and her groin throbbed. She lifted her skirt and straddled the large tusk, laying flat on its side. She began to rub against it - the carvings providing a delicious friction against her warm, naked flesh. She sped her movements, moaning as the heat rose in her body, the tusk now slick with her wetness. She groped her own breasts through the fabric, kneading them. She slipped her hands into her bodice, finding her nipples hard. She pulled them as she had done for the Giant. She remembered how excited he became, thrusting so deeply into her. She groaned aloud remembering how his grey-black tongue had manipulated her taut nipples so sweetly. How it had probed her fleshy folds, the pink bud of her clit and the deeper reaches of her downy cleft, so wet from his attention. As she came, fiercely, she saw those dark black eyes boring into her own. Panting, she could feel the hot, wet breath of the Giant on her skin. She sobbed when the tension released, grasping the tusk for balance. She lowered her head, still atop the tusk, her hips slightly undulating from the afterglow of her orgasm. She breathed deeply, surveying the tiny room. A compulsion drove her from the house, mammoth tusk in hand.
The moon was almost setting as she stood outside the city gates, over looking the road leading west from Whiterun. The pale light cast long shadows over the land. She closed her eyes - she could hear a distant owl, feel a light breeze caressing her face, carrying the sweet scent of honey from the meadery. She ran her fingers over her arm, feeling the smooth heat of her own skin.
Ysolda opened her eyes and smiled. Her body heeding a deeper call - she had never been more alive.
Re: "The Mammoth Tusk - Epilogue" (2 of 2) [Giant/Ysolda, het]
Date: 2014-02-26 09:58 am (UTC)