A Giant's Heart: Chapter 12

Giving me a couple contented minutes to bask in the moment Osa’s soft yet calloused and weathered hands continue to pet and caress.  She looked happy and even proud of having made me feel so good.  I take a great breath in and let it out in a bloom of foggy mist up into the cold night air.  The crisp air, the glory of the spectacular heavens, the smell of the woodsmoke and living pine, the sound of wind and creaking tree trunks, the rooted feeling of being in nature and the skin to skin connection of another’s body touching me all while the gentle euphoria still glowed through my body was a potent blend I could not quite describe.  The closest feeling I could associate with it was like a homecoming after a long journey away.

Eventually though the mood begins to shift again and her hands began to grab and tug.  As happy as she was for me she had her own appetites that needed sating.

“M-make Osa happy?”  She asks haltingly.

I pat her lips one last time with my now semi-flaccid dick.  “Fair is fair.”

The truth was I would have given her “mouth sex” as she called whether it was a fair trade or not.  It had been so damned long since I had a dick in my mouth that I was nearly bursting at the seams to feel that again.  Back in the day I had Zayne along with a few trusted and discreet courtesans, but since my marriage to Lanaestra and settling into this rural area I had no outlet for that aspect of my libido.  In fact it was something I had to hide.  Unlike the more gender fluid and ambisexual elves my own people, along with most of the other fair folk, had very definite opinions and definitions on what was good and proper.  If it came out that the mighty Caspian Drake was anything less than a man’s man the scandal would shock the world.

Beyond the pent up desires is the uniqueness of Osa’s body.  She was all woman, and a little bit more.  Everything a lover like me could want.  Big lovely soft curves yet strong and indelicate of constitution.  Breasts, ass, and pussy…along with a cock.  Each element enticing on their own but put together into a single arousing package.  My attraction to her was entirely new yet so very familiar and it was partially due to this exhilarating new feeling I’d allowed myself to go this far.  If only I’d met her when I was younger.  If only she wasn’t a monster.

I push the doubts from my mind and just let myself enjoy this moment.

Reaching down I trace my fingers along her thick well shaped eyebrow.  “Now don’t you move that leg Osa.  Let me take care of you.”

She nods with the sudden nervousness of a innocent maiden.  Despite what she’d just done to me I realize that I am dealing with an inexperienced partner here.

“It’s just mouth sex.”  I lean down to kiss her broad forehead.  “Just fun.”

She nods again.

Rolling to kneel beside her I use both hands to pull down the other shoulder strap of her tunic to reveal her other breast.  It was a bit bigger than the other and the nipple wider and sort of oval shaped with a small dark mole just below it.  Her huge breasts were far from the perfectly matched pairs painted by the artists and yet it was in their imperfection that their real beauty lay.  I kiss my down the breast bigger than my head, giving the nip some extra nibbling attention along the way, as Osa’s left hand strokes up and down over my bare back and ass.  She finds the scars over my back from the torture session I endured at the hands of an apocalypse cult early in my career.  If not for the cleverness of Arjan to find me, the skills of Zayne to get to me, and the healing powers of Lymandri and her goddess to heal my broken body I would not have made it out of there.  Picking me clean up off of her she brings me back to her lips to smooch the old wounds before placing me back where I’d been.  

I look back at her.  “Got a thing for scars, huh?”

“Strong man.”  She says.  “Tough man.  Sexy.”

“You and your sweet talk.”

She giggles, still finding the idea of speech tasting sweet mildly hilarious.

Lifting her single piece of clothing I wriggled down under it and continue kissing down her cushiony belly, making sure to drag my dick over the soft flesh of her tit, as Osa tickles my butt the whole way.  Beneath her ample layer of fat I can feel her abdomen muscles tighten with her laughter as I slithered right on through to emerge at the top of her good leg.  From the outside the bulging and writhing furs and cloth over her  midsection then my appearance out the bottom must have looked like some crazy birth.  I slide down her leg before sitting up and taking in a breath.

“Whoo!  You could use a bath Osa, not gonna lie.”

“Smell bad?”

“Just a little.”  I say honestly.

Stepping off to the side I snatch up the last jug of water and turn around to see she had pulled her tunic right up so the whole thing now sat bunched up across her stomach, her good leg she had spread out as wide as she could for me.  What I see only excites me further.

Her big hairy pussy looked just like a human’s, only larger.  Puffy fleshy lips poked out in a line right down the center of her dark nest of pubes.  No signs of disease or infections or anything nasty, only a bit pungent from her sweat.  Osa looked after herself.  I could make out some clear dewy beads in the hair, she was wet!  Above that were her balls and her straight well shaped uncircumcised dick which was already rock hard and standing tall.  Getting a good look at it now it hits me that it wasn’t quite proportionate to the rest of her enormous body.  Her cock was big, yeah, much bigger than mine in both length and girth, but compared to the rest of her it was actually quite petite.  In my travels I’d met the rare half-orc with bigger schlongs than she had, though I never had intimate experience them.  The strange effect of it making it appear huge up close yet kind of adorable when viewed with some distance.

“Pretty?”  She asks impatiently.

I shoot her a big wide grin.  “Very pretty!  I see you’re very excited.”

“Yeah!”  She bites down on her bottom lip with hot desire as her hands grip her garment.  “Make happy!”  Her cock flexes to full rigidity, lifting up off of her belly.

“I will, patience.”  I chuckle as I approach.  “Just a quick scrub down first.”

“Like clean?”

“Yes, very much so.”

“Make clean!”  She urges me with eager motions.

“Slow down Osa.  There’s no hurry.”

“Hurry!  Want happy!”

My chuckle turns to a full on laugh.  There were no veils with Osa, she said what she wanted and wanted what she said.  “Okay, I’ll hurry then.”  Unstopping the gourd I proceed to dump a good amount of the frigid stream water over her whole crotch.

“OOOO!”  She hoots at the sudden cold and jolts up.  “Cold!”

“Ha ha ha ha!”  I am still laughing as she wrenches the canteen from my grasp to dump the rest of it over my head.  “AHHHH!”  I yelp in protest then shake what water off that I could with a shiver.  “I guess I deserved that.”

“Yes.”  She pouts over dramatically.  “Now cold dick.”

“I’ll soon take care of that.”  Taking a second to toss another log on the fire I then move in.

Chapter 13