by Rowan Bree
You grasp his bulge. His short fur tickles your cheek as he leans against you. “They’re at the base. Be careful.”
You reach into his pants and find his stiff cock. You carefully feel around finding the place where his barbs start, about halfway down his cock. He moans.
“I’ll be careful,” you say, stroking his tip.
He slips your dress off your shoulders, kissing your skin as he undoes the back. You stop stroking him for a moment to slip out of your dress, then kneel before him.
You lick the pointed tip of his cock and take it into your mouth, sliding your lips along his length until you reach the barbs. You suck him slowly, not wanting him to cum too soon. You want him to enjoy his first time.
He groans and stops you. His cock twitches in your hand. You let him go and stand to kiss him on the cheek.
“You’re not done already?” you ask.
He replies, “I just need a minute.” You stroke his chest and kiss him while you wait for him to calm down.
“Okay, I’m ready,” he tells you. “But I might not last long.”
You tell him that’s perfectly fine and guide his cock to your pussy.
He stops you. “The barbs.”
“I won’t put it in that far,” you tell him, sliding yourself onto his cock.
His breath hitches as you fuck him, taking him in only half way. It doesn’t take much before he is cumming onto your pussy. You rub your clit against his cock and have your own little orgasm.
“Thank you,” he says.
You get dressed in your new clothes and follow Ash outside. He hands you a sack with the supplies he promised you. You thank him for his help.
He leads you out of camp and back to the fork in the road.
He points down each path. “Left passes through the giants’ fields and then on to Black Hollow. Their territory is marked so don’t stray off the path. Right goes up to the peak. Some people have business up there, but most don’t.”
You ask him if he has seen any monsters like those in Tyven.
He says he hasn’t and wishes you luck. He goes on his way, glancing back only once to smile at you as you decide which path to take.
Left to Black Hollow.
Right to the mountain peak.
You choose the left fork, through the giant fields to Black Hollow. Your new boots make hiking a lot more enjoyable, though you are tired and it is late. You wonder what is happening back at the feast. Has Vale found out you escaped? Is the Order out looking for you?
The trail plateaus and the scenery opens up into vast fields of scrubby grass. There are spiked logs standing at even intervals about a hundred yards off either side of the path. These must be the territory markings Ash mentioned. The giants themselves remain thankfully unseen.
You feel completely vulnerable as you trek across the fields, even though the feline assured you that you’d be safe on the path. If a giant were to appear you are sure he would stomp across the field and eat you.
The hour grows later and you grow weary. There is nowhere to rest unless you want to plop down in the middle of the path and take a nap. A little ways ahead there is a small cluster of trees just inside the giants’ territory. If you sleep on the path side you might remain hidden, even if a giant were to cross the fields. You have been walking for what feels like hours and have not seen a single creature. It might be safe.
Rest under the trees.
Keep going.
You decide to go right to the mountain peak. Though Ash said most people don’t have any business up there, something tells you to go that way.
The path steepens and narrows, the trees thinning until there are only tufts of scrubby grasses and patches of moss growing among the rocks. There aren’t any signs of manmade structures, not even ruins. You begin to wonder if you should go back and take the other fork.
A shriek pierces the air and you see a dark shape like a giant bird glide overhead. As it comes closer you realize it’s not a bird but a dragon. You panic and scramble for cover, but it’s too late.
The dragon swoops down at you, knocking you over with a rush of wind. Your head hits the rocks and you are dazed. You feel your body being lifted into the air. You scream but there is no one around to hear you. Even if there were, they wouldn’t be able to save you.
The dragon flies you to the top of the tallest peak of the mountains. It drops you on the soft moss of the dragon’s perch. Your heart beats loudly in your chest, panic and the thin mountain air making it hard to breathe.
The dragon traces a claw down the front of your clothes and you dare not move. The fabric cuts cleanly, falling away to expose your naked body to the night air.
The beast sniffs at you, its razor sharp teeth a hair’s breadth from your tender skin. Its jaws open slightly and you wonder if this is the last thing you will see before the darkness of death.
The tip of its giant tongue slips out between its teeth and caresses your stomach, tasting you. You wish it would get it over with, but like a cat with a mouse it seems to want to toy with you first.
You tense, shivering as the dragon’s tongue traces your stomach upwards to your breasts and back down to the soft cleft of your thighs. You wonder if it can taste the fear in your sweat. Its tongue flicks your pussy. A whimper escapes your lips.
The dragon raises its snout and you can see its erect cock sticking out from its scaled underbelly. The tapered tip of the head is as big around as your thigh, and its ridged shaft bulges out at its thickest to a wider girth than your waist. It would tear you in two. Surely the beast doesn’t plan to try and breed you.
The dragon advances forward, sliding its massive cock against your naked body already wet with saliva. You can feel every ridge, every muscle of its terrifying member. You shudder with the thought of what something like that might feel like trying to push its way inside you. You hope you never have to find out.
The tip of the dragon’s cock pushes between your breasts and against your mouth. You can taste the dragon’s essence through your pursed lips. You refuse to give it any pleasure. But the dragon doesn’t seem to mind. It slides its cock along your body, the sheer weight of it threatening to crush you. The texture of the shaft massages your clit making your whole body tingle even as you tremble in fear. You can see the underside of the beast’s hard, scaled snout and the glint of its amber eye when it looks down at you. It will surely devour you once it has pleasured itself.
The dragon’s cock slides off you and pushes your legs apart. You scream and plead for the beast to show you mercy. You are no dragoness. You are only a small, fragile human woman. Surely you will die, torn apart by the giant member.
The dragon’s cock spasms against your pussy and you feel its warmth flowing inside you. It fills you and flows down into the moss below you. You think you may be the only person to have lived through an encounter with a dragon. Your stomach bulges as the beast’s seed continues to flow. You thank the gods for their mercy.
The dragon leaves you to curl up and sleep. You wait until its breathing has turned to rattling snores before sneaking away from the perch and down the mountain.
A group of men on horseback find you stumbling along the mountain path exhausted, naked, and filthy and are kind enough to bring you back to their town. You arrive at Black Hollow just as dawn is breaking over the mountains.
There are no walls to Black Hollow, only a narrow river that could be easily swum across. A low, wide bridge takes you and the men into the city.
The streets are still quiet. There are no infernal monsters. There are no Order members in black robes. You feel like everything is normal again, though you know it isn’t back in Tyven.
The only other person out at this hour is a man in the robes of the king’s religion. He approaches your group and you watch him warily. You’ve learned not to trust those who think they serve the gods.
His face is clean shaven, and kind, and the smile he offers makes you a li
ttle less wary. He helps you from your horse and introduces himself as Sanley the keeper of Black Hollow.
“Where have you come from?” he asks, leading you away from the other men.
You keep your guard up. Who knows how far the Order’s influence reaches. “What’s a keeper?” you ask him. “Is it part of the church?”
He looks puzzled, then seems to remember the robes he is wearing. “Oh, these? They were a gift when I was in need. Just fabric, nothing more.”
“Are people very religious in Black Hollow?” you ask.
He smiles. “Hardly. Talk of religion seems to frighten you. Where are you from?”
This puts you at ease. You decide to accept his help, for now.
“Tyven,” you reply. “And before that, Doria I think.”
He looks you up and down. You must be in a sorry state. He frowns. “Has something happened in the capital?”
Epilogue.
You decide to take a short rest, just enough for your feet to stop aching so badly.
You hurry off the path and into the giants’ territory. You curl yourself as small as you can at the base of one of the trees. You should be well hidden here should a giant happen along.
You didn’t mean to fall asleep, but you did. You awaken to the feeling of being pulled up into the air by a massive hand around your waist. The giant peers at you with his beady eyes. He says something in a guttural language you can’t understand, then flips you upside down to poke and prod between your legs with a meaty finger bigger around than a man’s cock.
He seems to realize that you’re not nearly ready to take something of that size and brings you up to his lips. His scruffy beard scratches your legs as he rubs his mouth against you, his saliva dripping down into you and making you slick enough for him to push a finger in.
Blood rushes to your head and you start to feel faint. The giant fucks you with his finger until you are shaking from the stimulation. You come and he brings you to his mouth again to lick up your juices. Only when he’s done does he flip you right side up. All the blood drains from your head and you see stars.
The giant grunts something and begins to undo his pants with one hand. His cock is wider than your waist. He will tear you in two if he tries to fuck you with it. You struggle in his grip, punching at his massive fingers around your waist. The giant frowns and pushes you down onto his cock.
His cock head smacks against your pussy, obviously unable to go in. He grinds you down against it apparently undeterred by the size difference. He starts to rub his shaft as he continues to push and grind you against his cock. Despite your terror his rubbing against your pussy makes you come again. He comes too, covering you in ropes of thick seed. You shudder in his grip, a helpless plaything to the giant.
He gently puts you back down where he found you and lumbers off without a glance back. You hurry back onto the path, terrified of being caught by another giant. You are exhausted and filthy and in much need of sleep. But Black Hollow still lies ahead and you need to get there before you can rest safely.
You push through your exhaustion and arrive at Black Hollow just as dawn is breaking over the mountains. There are no walls, only a narrow river that could be easily swum across. A low, wide bridge takes you into the city.
The streets are still quiet. There are no infernal monsters. There are no Order members in black robes. You feel like everything is normal again, though you know it isn’t back in Tyven.
The only other person out at this hour is a man in the robes of the king’s religion. He approaches and you prepare to flee, or fight. You’ve learned not to trust those who think they serve the gods.
His face is clean shaven, and kind, and the smile he offers makes you a little less wary. He introduces himself as Sanley the keeper of Black Hollow.
“Where have you come from?” he asks.
You keep your guard up. Who knows how far the Order’s influence reaches. “What’s a keeper?” you ask him. “Is it part of the church?”
He looks puzzled, then seems to remember the robes he is wearing. “Oh, these? They were a gift when I was in need. Just fabric, nothing more.”
“Are people very religious in Black Hollow?” you ask.
He smiles. “Hardly. Talk of religion seems to frighten you. Where are you from?”
This puts you at ease. You decide to accept his help, for now.
“Tyven,” you reply. “And before that, Doria I think.”
He looks you up and down. You must be in a sorry state. He frowns. “Has something happened in Tyven?”
Epilogue.
You push through your exhaustion and arrive at Black Hollow just as dawn is breaking over the mountains. There are no walls, only a narrow river that could be easily swum across. A low, wide bridge takes you into the city.
The streets are still quiet. There are no infernal monsters. There are no Order members in black robes. You feel like everything is normal again, though you know it isn’t back in Tyven.
The only other person out at this hour is a man in the robes of the king’s religion. He approaches and you prepare to flee, or fight. You’ve learned not to trust those who think they serve the gods.
His face is clean shaven, and kind, and the smile he offers makes you a little less wary. He introduces himself as Sanley the keeper of Black Hollow.
“Where have you come from?” he asks.
You keep your guard up. Who knows how far the Order’s influence reaches. “What’s a keeper?” you ask him. “Is it part of the church?”
He looks puzzled, then seems to remember the robes he is wearing. “Oh, these? They were a gift when I was in need. Just fabric with no attached meaning.”
“Are people very religious in Black Hollow?” you ask.
He smiles. “Hardly. Talk of religion seems to frighten you. Where are you from?”
This puts you at ease. You decide to accept his help, for now.
“Tyven,” you reply. “And before that, Doria I think.”
He looks you up and down. You must be in a sorry state. He frowns. “Has something happened in Tyven?”
Epilogue.
You drape your arms across Hawke’s chest and he pulls you down onto his lap. His strong arms feel good around you.
“Did you rest?” you ask him.
“I’ll rest when we make land,” he replies.
You watch the sun rise over the calm sea. He tells you a bit about the sea tribes, how they are scattered across islands and coastal regions and how he is constantly traveling between them.
“Is the place we’re going your home?” you ask.
“My ship is…was my home. Where we’re going is just the first of the sea tribes. A place to rest and eat before we continue on to the larger ports.”
You gently stroke his chest letting your mind wander to what it would feel like pressed against your own naked breast, your sweat making your bodies stick.
“You are far away,” Hawke says.
You look up at him. He sees the desire in your eyes. You don’t even have to tell him what you were thinking of.
He kisses you hard and you kiss him back with equal passion. Lips still locked you straddle him. His hands cup your breasts.
“We’ll be there soon,” he says between kisses. “I need to steer us into port.”
“Then we’ll be quick,” you reply nudging his trousers down.
“The lookouts will see us.”
“Let them,” you say, taking him inside you.
Hawke bites your neck and grinds against you. It is like you’ve awoken a beast inside of him. His hands run up and down your arched back, his fingertips pressing into your soft skin. His skin smells like salt and sand. There is urgency in his movements, in yours. You are desperate to taste all of him in the short time you have.
He moans loudly in your ear and you bite his shoulder. You think even with all the time in the world you would not have lasted long.
; “We’re here,” Hawke says.
You look over your shoulder and can see land ahead. Hawke stands. You watch as the island grows closer. Sparse pines grow across it and there are hills deeper inland, though the whole island looks small enough to fit inside the walls of Tyven. There is a cluster of log houses near the shore. You can see boats and people. Everything looks normal. No monsters, no Order.
Hawke ties up the boat and helps you onto the dock. Already there are people to greet him, light skinned with reddish hair. They speak like many of the dock workers in Tyven, a bit growly but polite and easy to understand.
Hawke shakes the hand of a bearded man of about thirty. His grey eyes are like the fog over a sea spray of freckles on his cheeks.
“You didn’t spare a minute getting back here, did you?” he says. “What news from the king?”
Hawke replies. “I didn’t stay for the announcement. Something more important came up.”
The man looks at you. “Should we prepare for a wedding?”
Hawke laughs. “No, just a couple empty beds and any food you can spare. I need a new ship so we’re leaving towards Maraway in the morning.”
You find food and rest at the town’s tavern. The owner lets you stay in a spare room above the bar. While you eat Hawke tells you the bearded man’s name is Rhen, and that he takes care of the day-to-day business the town council is too “important” to deal with. Part way through the meal Rhen joins you. He is friendly and bright, and by the way he keeps looking at you can tell he likes you.
When Hawke gets up to refill his goblet, Rhen moves closer to you. “It’s too bad you’re leaving tomorrow. You’re cute and I’d like to have shown you a good time.”
Hawke sits back down and Rhen soon leaves to go about his errands. You and Hawke retire upstairs to get some rest.