The giant-killer's giantess, Chapter 2
By Elascan.  elaw3670@gmail.com 
Glorious mountains of power, the breasts of a giantess...


Chapter 2: Pleasant Awakenings.

I sucked in a ragged breath. My face pressed against something soft, something
hard and stronger than my lungs wrapped around my sides. I could barely draw
breath. My vision slowly returned, bouncing. I saw brown. I twisted my head
against the soft material and looked up. The giantess' breasts wobbled with
every step. My face was pressed into the side of one huge mound. It smelled of
lilacs. It pushed my head back with every sway. I turned my face back into it,
feeling the soft flesh beneath the bearskin; smelling the lilac scent. It was
bliss. She held me tight as a behemoth serpent. I heard a terrified neighing.
The sound was right next to me.

I looked back up, "Are you carrying the horse?!" I had to pause between each
word, struggling for air.

She looked down and smiled. "You woke up." Her voice was flooded with relief.

I smiled up, lost in her eyes. "You know, I could get used to being carried
around like this. Every man should get to be paraded around in your bosom."

She laughed, "Not every man does though. Just you," she shot me a telling look
as she said the last part. Then she added, "So, you like my bosom, huh? You're
a strange human, to be attracted to a giantess."

I heard the plea for argument plain as day in her voice. I obliged, "I would
claim a man strange not to be, queer even." With that, I gave her a wink. She
made no reply, only looked away. But her face turned a deep shade of green,
and she failed to suppress a delighted smile.

She looked back at me with a fondness. But her look grew suddenly grave, "I
cannot let you see the way to my home, attraction or no. I still have other
humans to worry about. Sorry for this." She began squeezing me again, using
just her one arm. I cried out, trying desperately to free myself from her
massive bicep. She was too strong. I felt the blackness creeping into my
vision again. Before I passed out, she said, "We will have to finish this
conversation back at my cave."

For the second time in hours, I came to after being choked unconscious by a
massive, yet gorgeous woman. Darkness met my vision. I heard the sound of
water dripping onto stone. It rang with a hollow echo, as though coming from
far down some channel. I felt something soft, with long fur, beneath my hands:
another bearskin. I felt to its edge, and beyond: stone. I felt arcs and
grooves that mark stone worked by no hand save that of Gaeia. I didn't smell
the normal cave scent of earth and water. I smelled flowers. The air was heavy
with the scent. It was the appealing scent of a woman, the scent that made
your groin guard tight. Flowers need sunlight to grow. I felt around the
ground, looking for... suddenly I remembered. I remembered something I should
have remembered last time I woke up. Few things in this life will ever send me
into a panic. I jumped up, frantic to find the way out. My weapons. "A warrior
is never without his weapons," I have said, countless times, to green-blades
in one legion or another. Last I saw mine, they were scattered across the
forest floor in the middle of Aeion-knows where. I was so caught up in her
breasts I forgot to ask about them. I cursed myself. That woman must really be
getting under my skin. After stumbling and falling twice, I finally found a
wall by touch. I felt my way along it, hoping for an opening. My hand brushed
across a-dozen-and-more silky things. I felt a sharp turn in the stone. I felt
my way around. My hands were on something different from the cave wall. The
stone was coarser, more jagged. I made my way around. It was semi-spherical. I
located where it met the cave. My heart sank. As I expected, a tiny fissure
ran between the two stones. It was a boulder, probably blocking the entrance.
It was almost as tall as I was. It would take a dozen men to get it rolling. I
was trapped. I cursed my luck. I cursed my stupidity. I kept cursing.

I was well into a long list of curses, currently working my way through High
Fists I served under, when the boulder moved. It moved again, shook, and
rolled into the cave with a loud grating. The flickering light of torches
illuminated a massive body forcing itself against it. Her breasts came nearly
to the floor as she pushed ahead on her knees. Her thighs exploded with muscle
as she forced the rock to roll forward, grunting. I was stunned by her power.
Within minutes, she brutally forced the boulder back into the cave. She turned
and sagged heavily onto it, her breasts flopping wildly. Sitting, she was
about my height. Out of breath, she looked at me and smiled. Her smile could
drive a man to stab his eyes out, just so it would be the last sight they ever
beheld. "Usually... I... leave the door open," she said with a wink.

I laughed. "That's good, because I can't open it." Staring into her eyes,
realizing that I must be in her home, I no longer felt like cursing. "So, this
is your place, huh?"

She nodded, lifting herself back off the rock and onto her knees. "Wait a
second..." She crawled back out. I stared at her ass as her wide hips swayed
while she crawled out. A single strip of leather ran between her cheeks,
disappearing behind skin whenever she took a step.

When she returned, she was carrying a torch. I watched her breasts as they
pulled against her overworked bearskin. It seemed ready to burst from the
weight of them. Hanging down, they were at least as long as my arm. They
swayed heavily as she crawled. She looked up suddenly and caught me staring. I
looked away, abashed. Her loud, yet melodic laughter rang out. As she emerged
from the tunnel, she smiled at me again. "A breast man, huh?"

I shrugged, "Anything on you. I thought I knew what a beautiful woman looked
like. I was ignorant."

Her smile stretched ear to ear. "I never knew a human could be so sweet to a
big ole giantess."

"Trust me," I said, "I'm not a particularly sweet human. But neither are you a
typical giantess. You're something... altogether different. You look like you
were sculpted by Amorea herself."

She stood to her full height. I watched the powerful muscles in her thighs
work. She held the torch a foot or so from me. Its warmth felt good. She gave
me a puzzled look, "Amorea?"

I nodded, "Goddess of love and beauty and maidens; big in the civilized
lands."

"Oh." She said.

"You aren't a typical giant in any way are you? Most giants would know who
Amorea was, because most giants love the human kingdoms. Actually, they love
all the stuff we have, and our eagerness to give them wagonloads of it so they
bash our enemies' heads in. But you... have you ever ventured beyond the
forest?"

She shook her head, looking away sheepishly, "No," she said softly.

"Have you ever wanted to?" I inquired gently.

"Not really," she answered, looking down at me with a sudden fire, "My
villagers used to leave the forest. Then one day the outside world came. That
day," her face became a mask of fury, "that day I learned all I needed about
the 'human kingdoms'."

"Oh," I said. I had no desire to press further. I could tell she didn't like
talking about it. I changed the subject, "So what is the name of this forest,
anyway?"

Her face lost its tension, "Greatwood."

I nodded, stepping up to her. I wanted to touch her cheek, but it was over ten
feet high, so I settled for running my hand gently along her arm. I felt her
rock-hard forearm muscles relax at my touch, felt gooseflesh rise up on her
skin. "Seems pretty great to me," I said, staring into her eyes.

A far-away look of longing came over her. She stared at my mouth. She knelt
slowly, bringing her face to mine. She wrapped one powerful arm around me and
drew me in close. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. Her lips were
surprisingly soft. They tasted of spring. I opened my mouth wide, she opened
hers just enough to meet my kiss. We sucked each other for some time, making
loud smacking noises. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, meeting her powerful
one. She forced mine back until she was inside my mouth. I sucked on her
tongue as an Ice Treat. She pulled it out of my mouth and licked my face with
a girlish giggle. I felt her powerful hand grab my hair, yanking my head back
with a violent jerk. She lunged at my neck, licking and sucking. I pressed my
head forward and she let go of my hair. I kissed along her warm cheek, tracing
its contour down to her neck. I continued down, craning my neck so I could
kiss the spot where her neck met her chest, kissing along her collarbones. She
leaned back so she was kneeling straight. The movement thrust her breasts out.
They were right at the height of my face. I began worming my hands under her
bearskin bra. She bit her lip. But then she grabbed me with her free hand and
forced me out to arms length. My head snapped back. I was like a chicken in
her hands. "Wait," she breathed. Then she stood back up, leaving me standing
there in anticipation. She fitted the torch into a hole in the wall, lighting
up the room. It was tall (as one would assume), tapering quickly to its full
height of fifteen feet or so. In the corner was a pile of bearskins. Right
next to it was a patch of darkness that spoke of either a recessed area, or
possibly another exit. I smiled in spite of myself. I had simply searched in
the wrong direction. Immediately past the darkened area was a hollow with
ashes inside. The room was ovular and roughly forty by twenty. It was
pockmarked by natural holes in the rock. One of them held the torch. The
others were stuffed with flowers. They littered the room. I had never seen a
cave so bright and alive. I'd have preferred vicious weapons and the mounted
skulls of terrible beasts, but I could see a woman being happy to live in a
place like this. I turned my attention back to the giant woman whose body I
wanted so desperately. She grabbed the boulder and forced it back into place,
her biceps, easily the size of my chest, bulged. Her thighs, bigger around
than I, quivered and bulged. She smiled placatingly and whispered, "It's sound
proof," her smile turned lecherous, "Don't want my children to hear." With
that, she grabbed the bearskin bra and pulled it over her head. Her breasts
flopped down, slapping loudly on her stomach. They bounced and jiggled, then
finally came to rest. They were bigger than I imagined, taking up her entire
chest. The entire chest of a giantess! My cock, already hard, grew painfully
stiff. She fell to her hands and knees. Her breasts heaved violently. She
crawled to me and shoved me over with one arm. I could not resist her power. I
landed hard on my back, my blackwood armor absorbing the brunt of it. She
crawled over the top of me. She was about five feet above me, on her hands and
knees, but her hair struck me in the face anyway. I love it when a woman's
hair does that. I felt its airy strands brush against my cheeks and lips. I
sputtered as some got in my mouth. She giggled and brushed her locks across my
face. I grabbed her hair and pulled her down to me, succeeding only in pulling
myself up. But she pushed me back down, overpowering both of my arms with one
of hers and slamming me hard to the floor. She hovered over me, five feet up,
wearing nothing on top but a smile. Her breasts swayed a foot over my crotch.

"So," she said, "how about your name?"

"What about it?" I looked at her massive breasts, and then smirked up at her.

"Well," she went on, "you saw my bare breasts..." She shook them, their weight
making them swing like thick, soft pendulums.

I smiled up at her. "I never bothered to tell a giant my name. Then again, I
never had a giant swinging her giant, bare breasts over me; I never knew I'd
want her to do so this badly."

She smiled but said nothing.

"Vyron, at your service, my lady." I inclined my head in the best semblance of
a bow I could muster from the position I was in.

She giggled that breathtakingly cute giggle, "Amelia. Nice to meet you, my
Vyron."

I nodded, my gaze drifting back to her breasts.

When she realized what I wanted she leaned down. She made it a foot before I
felt her nipple press against my groin guard. She looked down, then at me.
"Ohh, all your little armor is in the way," she whined playfully. I grabbed my
blackwood breastplate like a lightning strike and pulled it over my head. She
giggled, "You're droll."

I said, "So now I know who you are, but what, exactly, are you? You don't look
like any giant I ever laid eyes upon. If I had, trust me, I'd remember."

She laughed, then shrugged, "Growing up the other young ones called me
'human-girl'. I never knew my parents. The village raised me. That's how it
works. Some young ones grow up without parents. It happens from time to time,
it's a rough world; some people hunt us as monsters; some people, like yours,
bring us to war. Most orphans are told stories of their parents; they live in
their parent's old caves. But I was different. No one knew anything about
mine. Leastways, they wouldn't tell me. I asked a village elder once, when I
was a young one. He just smiled and said, 'Amelia, you special. You our sacred
charge. You bring great honor to Gursak Village," then he patted me on the
head and said, 'All be revealed one day, when time is right.' Well, before
that time came, he died with all the rest, slain by a human." She spat the
word, "human". She gave me a quick look and hastily added, "Sorry, I don't
mean to offend."

I dismissed it with a wave of my hand. I leaned forward and kissed her softly,
brushing my hand across her cheek.

She reached down and grasped one of my leg guards. She tried to rip it off.
Pain shot through my leg. "Wait!" I shouted. "It's enchanted. You'll tear my
leg off."

She paused. I reached down and stripped one off, then the other. I unhooked my
groin guard, tossing each away heedlessly. As soon as I did she grabbed my
trousers and tore them free, the sound rippling through the cave. I stifled a
scream of pain. I do not wear undergarments, my erection slapped against my
stomach. I grabbed my tunic and pulled it over my head. She lunged on me. One
nipple pressed into the side of my leg. Her nipples were farther apart than my
legs. Her breasts pressed harder and harder as she leaned down. By the time
her lips met mine, they were pressing my legs into the cave with incredible
force, their flesh flattening against me from my groin to my upper shin. Each
pressed against a side of my penis, squeezing it agonizingly hard. It felt
like two mountains had fallen on my cock. She sucked my tongue into her mouth,
nearly tearing it off. The sucking, smacking sounds of our deep kissing filled
the cave. She pressed my head into the ground painfully. My cock was in worse
pain, being smushed between her mountain-breasts. They were soft against my
hard cock. Yet they were so big and she, so strong that they pressed my penis
in. If she didn't let up soon her mountain-breasts would crush it. I pushed
her up. "Please," I said, "your tits are crushing my dick, they're too heavy."
She eased up. I reached down and grabbed one of her nipples. It was the size
of my big toe and hard as a rock. I was able to wrap my entire hand around it.
She moaned loudly when I did. I pulled it to me, hard. Her tit stretched until
it nearly touched my face. Her charcoal colored areola was big around as my
head. I pulled her tit again and again. She moaned with every pull. I pressed
her nipple down, guiding it onto my cock. I thrust up and she pressed her
mountain-breast down. We rubbed against each other for some time; me grunting,
her moaning loudly. My cock was hard as it has ever been, but her nipple was
harder. It felt like they were the same size. No, her nipple was larger. It
was half the length, but more than twice the width of my cock. She rubbed it
against my cock over and over. I grabbed her mountain-tit with both of my
hands; it was bigger than a wild terravian, what could feed a family for a
week. I pressed into it as hard as I could. It was like holding three down
lordling pillows. She rubbed my cock furiously. I could no longer thrust
against her; she was forcing me down too hard. It was she who was grunting
now. Her nipple rubbed up and down my cock. My cock didn't press into it, it
pressed into my cock. It was too hard, too big. It stayed proudly in the same
shape as it smushed my cock flat.

Her beautiful face scrunched up in a look bordering on hostile as she
furiously rubbed her mountain-tit against my cock.

Finally I could take the pain no longer. I spoke through gritted teeth, "Come
on, m'lady, ease up. Your nipple... it's too hard, your mountain-of-a-tit is
too heavy. You're crushing my cock. Please." I begged, "please ease up. You're
hurting me."

My words met only chaotically bouncing hair. Her head was down as she
concentrated on rubbing her mountain-tit on my cock. She moaned and grunted
too loud to hear me, anyway. The sight of her huge body pumping away at me;
the sight of her rippling arms with triceps that struck out half a foot,
etched like stone in a deep chasm; the sight of her tits, smushed against my
penis and still longer than my forearm; the feel of her rock hard, silky
smooth nipple as it crushed my cock; mercifully brought my penis to harden,
ready to release my seed. Even as I prepared to finish, her nipple flattened
my cock while holding its own shape. "Aeion!" I screamed like a beast, "I'm
about to blow my seed!"

"Yes!" She screamed right back. Her voice stung my ears. She lifted her
mountain-tit off my cock, relieving the racking pain. With her thumb and
forefinger she savagely grabbed my penis and pulled it to her mountain-tit,
pulling my lower body off the ground. Even as I screamed in pain I released my
seed. She pulled farther, lifting me into the air. She circled her tit with my
dick, making me sickeningly dizzy as she desperately spread my seed around her
mountain-breast. Then she abruptly dropped me. I groaned in pain as she
greedily pressed her mountain-tit into her mouth, sucking up every last drop
of my seed.

She leaned over me and smiled a wickedly playful smile. "I didn't hurt the
little man, did I?"

I nodded, groaning, "It was well worth it."

She sat up and straddled me, being careful not rest her entire weight. She
pressed her finger hard into my cock. "I hope you got more where that came
from."

Grimacing in pain, I winked, "The well runs deep."

She smiled lustily. "Good," she lifted her leg and began to work her bearskin
garment down, "because now is my turn."