Musing- The Last of the Giants

[pre-story]The last giant and his beautiful lover find a moment of tenderness in a cave while on the run. [redacted][/pre-story]

The Last of the Giants

Asha stared into the dancing flames of the campfire like they would give her an answer, hugging her knees to her chest as she sat on the stack of furs and leaves that served as a bed. Orange firelight gleamed the cave walls and her ebony skin, the flickering light casting shadows on her face. Back in the village, she’d been praised for her beauty, for her smooth skin, her soft features, her wide hips, her toned waist, and her full breasts, each shapely mound the size of a ripe melon. When she’d come of age, men had come from distant cities, offering her father herds of goats, bushels of grains, fine pottery, luxurious furs, and even spears of iron in exchange for her hand in marriage. Even now, that beauty was still clear, even if her short, curly black hair wasn’t quite as neatly trimmed as it once was, even if she was covered in dirt and scratches, even if her clothes were ragged, even if her eyes were red with smoke and tears.



Suddenly, the cave’s yawning entrance was filled by a massive, dark figure. He was a hulking giant of a man, looming twice Asha’s height, his skin dark as night and dotted with countless scars, his enormous, broad-shouldered frame layered with slabs of sculpted granite muscle. The figure strode forward, looming ominously out of the night and into the firelight, the flickering light dancing over his rippling muscles as he towered over the seated female. His face was strong, rough, but handsome, with a square jaw and a heavy brow over soulful chestnut-brown eyes, a trio of long, ragged scars on one cheek. He was nearly naked, wearing only a crude loincloth made from a lion’s hide.

Asha looked up from the flames as the giant approached, her deep brown eyes shimmering with worry.

The giant’s expression was not reassuring. Silently, he shook his head and shifted around, settling carefully to a seat on the bed beside her, his gaze turning to the fire.

Silence hung in the air for a long moment as Asha looked up at the giant. “Obi…” She finally breathed, reaching out, one tiny hand perching on a titanic bicep.

Obi sighed, closing his eyes. “...The hunting camp is at the foot of the mountain. It’ll take them a day or two to climb, but...”

Asha swallowed, going silent for a moment, her gaze falling to the cave floor. She took a breath, and straightened up once more, looking up at him once again. “Then we keep running.”

Obi’s muscles tensed up, revealing the terrifying strength within as he balled a fist and slammed it down on his knee, his muscles tensing up, revelaing the terrifying streg. “There’s nowhere left to run!” He replied through gritted teeth. “It’s just an endless desert past the mountains, and even I can’t travel along the peaks fast enough to lose their damn dogs…” He explained, gesturing wildly, only to trail off and visibly slump as his frustration evaporated, leaving only exhaustion. “...I can’t. I can’t do it. I can’t protect you.” He finally confessed, hanging his head.

The only sound in the cave was the crackle of flames for a long moment, the two looking downcast. “...I never should have run.” Asha muttered around the lump of emotion in her throat. “This is all my fault…” She added, her voice cracking, on the verge of tears.

Obi raised his head, swiftly turning to wrap the small woman in his massive arms, pulling her in and cradling her gently against his chest. “No, baby, no.” He whispered gently, reassuringly. “They’d have killed you after the wedding. I could never let them hurt you because of me.” He added, one enormous thumb stroking up and down her back.

Asha looked up at him once more, eyes watery. “...But now they’re hunting you. You’re the last of your people. You’re a giant. I’m just a girl...”

Obi smiled, making the scars on his cheek crinkle slightly as he looked down at Asha, a deep warmth in his eyes. “Asha… My sweet, beautiful, kind Asha… You are so much more that just a girl. You’re everything to me. I was so alone before I met you. I may be the only giant alive, but without you, that life would be empty, meaningless.”

Asha sniffled once, pressing herself against his chest more firmly. “...Even now, you’re still a charmer.” She muttered.

Obi gave gave her a gentle squeeze, still smiling warmly as he held her close, drawing in a deep breath.

Asha snuggled in Obi’s arms for a long while, climbing into his lap to press herself against his massive body more fully. She felt so safe and warm like this… Then, she she felt something touch her butt. Something furry. She glanced back, smirking knowingly as her eyes fell upon the sight of his lionskin loincloth, tented out to the extreme by a familiar shape. As she looked up at him with a teasing grin, Obi looked off to the side innocently, his cheeks burning. “Really? Now?” She asked, flatly.

Obi swallowed. “It’s a natural reaction!” He objected. “You’re… you know, close, and you smell so nice…” He tried to explain.

Asha’s expression became serious for a moment, poking him in the chest. “Okay, listen. I’m not giving up. We can do this. Tomorrow at first light, we head across the mountains as fast as we can. We’ll find a river or something to lose the dogs in, maybe we can loop around the hunters and get back down to the foothills. Okay? Clear?”

Obi nodded, reluctantly.

Asha’s serious expression melted into a playful smile, her hands flattening against his broad, muscular chest. “Good. Because tonight…” She commented, pushing her hips back to grind her generous backside against the loincloth-covered shaft rising proudly from his hips and looking up at her giant lover. “Tonight, we’re still alive, and we’re still in love. And I think that’s worth celebrating.”

Obi said nothing, he merely bent forward, craning his neck down to reach, and pressed his lips to Asha’s in a warm, passionate kiss. Their lips parted as their tongues slipped out, dancing together in wordless harmony. Her eyes closed in the kiss, Asha let her hands explore the familiar landscape of his broad, muscular chest. She could feel the power sleeping in each granite slab as she let her fingertips dipping into the sculpted crevasses between them. His body wasn’t just huge, it was incredible. He was so strong and so handsome, far superior to any human she’d ever seen. Her fingertips gingerly traced a ragged scars on his chest, her touch tender and loving. She’d always thought scars were ugly, but on him, they were fascinating, beautiful even.

When their lips finally parted, Asha smiled up at Obi, her grin playful and loving, but also a little bit hungry. She pushed off the wall of sculpted ebony that was his abs, sliding back, dragging her generous backside along the towering shaft behind her until it sprang up from between her legs, pointing menacingly at her face through the lionskin loincloth. Her gaze shifted, riveted on the towering shaft as she reached forward, white teeth sinking into the dark flesh of her plump lower lip in anticipation. With a flick of her wrists, she tossed the loincloth off, exposing the giant’s giant cock.

Obi’s iron spear thrust from his hips like an arm, pulsing veins winding all along the intimidating shaft of dark flesh, a mighty scepter of ebony crowned with a knob as big a man’s fist. Below it hung a pair of dark orbs, the size of ripe oranges, heavy with a giant-sized store of liquid lust. It lurched, finally free of the weight of the loincloth, standing tall and proud, and pointed squarely at its cause, Asha. The human girl stared, biting her lip a little harder as she felt a warmth growing between her thighs. The sight never failed to get a reaction from her. No human could ever hope to measure up to the titan before her eyes.

After a long moment, Asha tore her gaze away from the powerful weapon and looked up, once again looking deep into Obi’s eyes. She grinned, teasingly, still straddling the giant’s knees, and pulled her hands back, grabbing her clothes, and, with a sensual sway, peeling them off over her head and tossing them aside, leaving her body bare to the giant’s hungry gaze. Obi drank in the sight, eyes roaking over her smooth skin, her wide hips, and her tight waist, before settling on her full, ripe melons. His mighty shaft gave an appreciative lurch at the sight, the eye of the cyclopean serpent leaking a single tear of clear pre.

Asha grinned, crossing her arms and rolling her shoulders forward to present her chest to her giant lover, lifting and squeezing her massive mammaries together forming a deep valley of cleavage that seemed to go on forever. Obi swallowed, his lustful gaze riveted to the dark, suckable nips that crowned each peak, swiftly hardening as he stared. Asha smirked. Human or giant, men were simple creatures. Without saying a word, she already knew what he wanted.

Asha pulled her elbows back until her heavy breasts fell into her upturned palms, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she cupped them. She gave them a playful bounce and suddenly leaned forward. She didn’t have to lean far before her lips planted a soft, wet kiss on the crown of Obi’s monstrous cock, flattening against the gleaming knob while she pulled her breasts apart then brought them together once more, wrapping the pillowy flesh around his iron-hard shaft and squeezing. Even her impressive chest wasn’t quite enough to fully encircle his gigantic cock, but they were certainly enough to cradle it in place while she lewdly kissed at his pulsing crown, her tongue poking out from between her lips to flick and swirl lustily around the eyelet of his shaft.

Obi groaned with lust as Asha began to move, wrapping her arms around her breasts to squeeze them tight around his shaft, stroking them up and down his length while she continued to kiss and lick at his sensitive crown. She shifted her hips forward, pressing her entire body against the underside of his pulsing shaft, her smooth skin undulating against his shaft as she worked her chest up and down him rhythmically. His massive hands gripped the fur of their makeshift bed, his powerful arms tight, eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure.

Asha purred, her tongue lapping up another drop of Obi’s delicious, musky precum as she continued to lewdly kiss and suck at his knob, her lips spreading wider and wider by the second, engulfing more and more of his fat crown. She pumped her arms faster, stroking her breasts along his hot, throbbing length over and over. She ground her hips forward, pressing her hot, needy vee against the root of his monstrous member where gigantic cock and heavy, cum-filled balls met. She threw herself into pleasing him, encouraged by the deep, rumbling groans of pleasure, coming faster and louder as she worked his length, and still, she wanted to do more.

An idea struck Asha, a wicked smirk tugged at the corner of her stretched lips for a moment. Never stopping her efforts, she turned her gaze toward Obi’s face, watching his reaction as she slowly she let herself fall backward, levering the iron rod down with her entire body weight, the tendons at the root grinding as she settled down to lay on her back. She clung to the shaft, wrestling with it as it struggled to stand straight once more, her arms still squeezing her pillowy tits around it as her entire body pumped up and down his length, her hips still grinding her womanly core against the root of his shaft. Her eyes still on his, she slowly brought her legs together, wrapping her silky-smooth thighs around the base of his gigantic cock, her feet on his chest as she wrapped herself entirely around his girth, milking him for a thick, creamy reward.

Obi tried his best to hold back, gritting his teeth against the intense sensations, but there was only so much he could do. The sight and sensations of Asha’s perfect little form wrapped around his cock was just too much. The most beautiful girl in the world, willingly devoting her entire body to his pleasure, turning herself into a living sleeve for a massive cock, his cock. Soft, smooth, sweat-slick flesh wrapped tight around his girth, pumping up and down, the warm, sucking wetness of her eager mouth engulfing his tip. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He let go, the tide of sensation pushing him past the point of no return, his enormous balls tightening up against her ass as she clung to the root of his cock, churning with a titanic load. He rolled his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he felt a dam inside him burst, a great flood of liquid lust surging forth, and let loose a powerful, rumbling groan.

Asha could feel his seed boiling up from his heavy balls, surging up the thick cum-tube running the length of his throbbing, bucking shaft, and moaned with eager anticipation of her creamy reward. She could feel its heat against her drooling slit through his skin, feel the tub bulge as it ran up her toned belly, feel it push between her breast, and finally, she felt it blast forth into her hungry mouth, flooding her tongue with his rich, salty cream. He came like a geyser, the first blast alone enough to fill her strained lips to their limits, her cheeks bulging with the sheer volume of his white-hot potent seed. She would have moaned, but her throat was too busy swallowing over and over, gulping down great mouthfuls of potent ball-cream, struggling to empty her mouth before the next load came.

And come it did, as massive, thick, hot, creamy as the first, as was the third, and the fourth, and the fifth, sixth, seventh, and countless more. Obi’s load seemed to go on forever, Asha’s strained lips filling with delicious fresh spunk again and again, her busily-working throat emptying it out just in time for another steaming spurt of molten lust to fill her mouth. When it finally tapered off, she breathed a sigh of relief mixed with disappointment, eager for more, even if her stomach felt full to the brim with his hot, thick cream. As Obi panted for breath, his cock still iron-hard, she swallowed the last load and uncoiled one arm from around his cock. The hand slid down to the very root of his cock, squished between her hot, needy slit and his bulging cum-channel. She squeezed, the heel of her hand flattening the tube as she began slowly sliding it up the length of his titanic shaft, squeezing out the last of his prodigious load into her hungry, waiting mouth.

When Asha was finally finished with her meal, she pulled her dark lips from his tender crown with a wet smack, her tongue swirling over them, just to make sure she got it all. “Mmmm…” She purred, looking up and Obi and smiling, a lustful, playful smile, still cradling his mighty shaft in a full-body embrace. “Delicious…” She commented, slowly, sensually grinding her needy slit up against his thick shaft. “But I’m still hungry for the real thing.”


Obi grinned down at her. “The night is still young.” He replied, his shaft giving an eager, lustful lurch.