Jacki and the Giant

by T. Lee Garland

  Chapter Ten

  Jacki sat wrapped in a drying cloth beside the roaring fire. She patiently combed the tangles from her just-washed hair. In front of her, Ben had stripped naked and was washing in her water. She had tried to look away, but she couldn’t bring herself to not peep discreetly from under her lashes. His body was magnificent. Never had she seen such a man. There was not an ounce of unnecessary flesh on him. He was all lean muscle. Skin turned a golden brown even in the midst of winter. His stomach rippled with rows of muscles and his thighs were thick and strong. Between his thighs, his manhood stood long and hard. It bobbed and jutted forward. The bulbous end glistened with wetness. Jacki squeezed her legs together. What a shameful woman she was to look at such a thing and want it for her own. What was happening to her?

  He rose from the tub and water sluiced down his body. Jacki’s eyes traveled his length and settled between his thighs. She licked her lips. A low hiss sounded from between his clenched teeth and Jacki looked up to see him watching her. “You keep looking at me like that and you’ll soon find yourself on your back.”

  Jacki felt her cheeks heat. “How can I not? You are a beautiful man, Ben. Well-formed and … and … I desire you.” She looked down at her hands and her cheeks felt hot, but she continued. “Earlier, when you tasted me with your mouth and brought me pleasure, is that something I can also do to you? You know, to bring you pleasure too?”

  “Fuck!”

  One minute, Jacki was sitting by the fireplace, the next thing she knew, she was tossed over Ben’s shoulder and he was walking toward the bed. Once there, he slid her down his still wet body until her feet hit the floor. He flicked the cloth that was around her body and it dropped at their feet. “I can’t hide my desire from you, Jacinda.”

  Indeed, he could not. His manhood ran along her stomach and throbbed with life. Jacki dropped to her knees and wrapped both her hands around his hardness. She looked up as Ben watched her with hooded eyes. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Instruct me how to please you.”

  “Taste me,” he said simply.

  Jacinda stuck out her tongue and touched the tip of it to his flesh. Ben jerked. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No. You could never.”

  She ran her tongue up the length of him and swirled it at the tip. Ben hissed. He tasted slightly salty. Feeling braver, she opened her mouth wide and took him deep down her throat. She slid her mouth up and down his length, careful to not let her teeth scrape his skin. She felt his hands grip her head and tangle in her damp hair. “Hold still,” he moaned.

  When she did, he leisurely pumped his member in and out of her mouth just like he had done her body last night. “Suck me, harder.” He groaned. “Take me down your throat.” His instructions came at her quickly and Jacki grew wet with the pleasure she knew she was giving him.

  She sucked until her cheeks were concave, and she swallowed, taking him down her throat. Ben pumped. “Oh God!” Guttural sounds were coming from him now as she allowed him to plunge again and again into her mouth. He threw his head back and moved faster and faster, and Jacinda sealed her lips around him. Warmth suddenly exploded in her mouth and she struggled to swallow quickly. Ben pumped a couple of times and held himself still within her mouth.

  He looked down at her, his usually blue eyes midnight black and hooded. He reached and pulled her to her feet and then tenderly placed her on the bed. “You’re a fast learner, my dove.” He moved between her legs and used his thumb to run through the damp curls that covered her sex. Without saying another word, he leaned forward and ran his tongue up her swollen, tender flesh. Jacinda squirmed. Pulling her legs up on his shoulders, he kissed her between her legs, swirling his tongue up and inside her before sucking and licking at a sensitive nub. Jacki whimpered and rose her hips up as an offering to his mouth. She could feel the pressure building in her body and knew pleasure would soon follow. Ben slowed his assault and she protested with her hands. Grabbing handfuls of his dark hair, she pulled him more forcefully toward her. But she was at his mercy. Again and again, he almost took her there only to pull back.

  She was soon a twisting, demanding shrew. Wet from need and desire, and still it was a long, long time before he allowed her a release and it was sweet in its coming. Exhausted, she fell into a satisfied sleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  It was Puss Puss who woke them several hours later. She walked on top of their bodies and loudly demanded something to eat. Ben groaned. “All right, all right, I’m up.” He sat up in the bed and looked down at Jacinda. Her lips were still puffy and swollen from taking him in her mouth. She opened her sleep-laden eyes and smiled at him, and he knew he would never grow tired of that sight. “Are you hungry?”

  “Yes, always. What time is it?”

  Ben climbed from the bed and padded naked over to the fireplace and pitched some logs inside and stroked the fire higher. He pulled back the piece of fabric he used for a curtain and looked up at the starry night sky. Locating the moon, he turned back to Jacinda. “Close to midnight, best I can tell.” He went to the pantry and came back out with a bowl of milk for the cat.

  He watched Jacinda climb from the bed and wrap a blanket around her. He made a mental note to get her some new clothing made. When the blanket slipped and a bouncy, rosy, breast emerged, she quickly tightened the blanket. He rethought that idea. Naked was good too. Real good, but he couldn’t have her walking around naked all the time. He sighed and slipped on his pants so she wouldn’t see that he was hard for her again. Poor girl needed to eat. “I’ll go find something in the pantry.”

  Jacki nodded and moved to add the kettle to the fireplace to heat water for tea. Ben came back with a loaf of bread, some jam, and a hunk of cheese, along with some dried meat. “This okay?”

  The two of them settled at the table and ate hungrily of their midnight feast. After a while, Ben looked up. He still had questions and needed answers before he could move forward with his plans. “Jacinda, what happened to your family? Why are you alone in the world?” Was it his imagination, or did she just flinch like he had struck her? She tried to hide it by rolling her shoulders and clearing her throat. Was she stalling? Why?

  Jacki took her time spreading jam on a piece of bread before looking up and answering. “My father and a younger brother died of the fever when I was ten. They were sick for days. We nursed them the best we could, my mother and I, but it soon became clear they wouldn’t make it. We were a close family and it was especially hard on my mother. She and my father were very much in love.” She set down her knife and stared down at the table. “We struggled for a few years. We found work where we could. I grew so tall, so fast—and there was never enough food. When I was ten and five, she married a man who was also a widower. She didn’t love him, but it made it easier on us. He wasn’t a bad man, but he wasn’t my papa.” She shrugged and looked up at Ben. “The two of them were killed in a fire at our cottage a couple of weeks ago. I somehow managed to escape. I’ve been running ever since.”

  Ben studied her face. “I’m sorry.” It made him sick at his stomach to think of her alone, hungry, scared, but what was she running from? Why hadn’t she stayed in the village with people she was familiar with who may have helped her? There was more she wasn’t telling, he could feel it, but he wouldn’t push. She would tell him in her own time. Reaching his hand across the table, he grasped her smaller one. “Come here.” He gently pulled her from her seat and around the table and onto his lap.

  “I’m too heavy,” she protested.

  “Never,” he whispered in her ear. He nuzzled her soft wavy hair and buried his face in its mass. All the while, he pulled her tighter into his embrace. “Jacinda, I would like you to stay here with me. Stop running. I want to become your family. Would you like that?”

  She turned on his lap and looked into his eyes, searching perhaps for the truth behind his words. “I’m not sure I understand, Ben.”

  “When the weather clears, I would like to go to the village
and make you my wife. I think we were made for each other. We fit together perfectly. You are my destiny and I know we don’t know each other well … yet, but I know enough to want you by my side for years to come. I can promise you a good life. You will never be hungry again. I can support you and any children we may be blessed with. I have longed for someone to share my home with and I feel that someone is you. Jacinda, will you stay and be my wife?”

  Jacki jumped from his lap and paced the floor in front of him. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth and Ben watched her stride back and forth. She shook her head. “Nay, I cannot.”

  Ben frowned and stood in front of her to stop her. “Why? I deserve to know why. Are you promised to another? Do you find me offensive in some way? I know you do not fear me.”

  Jacki looked up at him, tears swimming in her wide, green eyes. She reached up a hand and gently cupped his face. “Nay, I find you most agreeable and endearing. No other before you would have me, so I am promised to none. I can’t go to the village. If I go back, they will kill me for being a thief and a witch.”

  Ben pulled her hand from his face and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “They will not. I will protect you … always.”

  “You are a large man, but not even you could protect me from so many wishing to do me harm. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you because of me. I will stay with you if you so wish, but believe me when I say it is best we not go to the village.”

  Ben smiled. “Do you trust me?”

  Jacki nodded. “You didn’t see them, or hear their vile comments. It’s them I don’t trust.”

  “Jacinda, it’s best that you don’t trust them, but answer me. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then trust what I say. If you will have me, I will make you my wife. The villagers are simple-minded people who would have preyed on you because you were a woman alone. They are suspicious of what they don’t know. I have known them my entire life. They fear me and they also like my coin. I am a man of means. No harm will come to you, or me. This I can promise.” Ben pulled her into his arms and was pleased to see she came willingly. His parents had also loved each other, but his mother hadn’t trusted that love and in the end, it had gotten her killed. Ben vowed that he would not make the mistake his father had. He would not let Jacinda go. “I’ll ask you again. Will you be my wife?”

  “If you so wish it. Yes, I will be your wife,” she murmured against his chest.

  Ben leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. The days of his loneliness were over. He could finally look forward to his future. A future with Jacinda and endless nights spent with her in his arms. Hopefully, they would be blessed with children one day. His home would be filled with laughter and love. He had Hollis to thank for it all. Hollis had sent her to him, to love and protect. That was a job he would gladly spend his life doing. Perhaps he wouldn’t chop Hollis’s head off after all.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tavis climbed from his horse in front of the rundown pub. The two rough-looking men he had hired to help him track down Jacki also hopped down. This was their fourth village and Tavis was weary to the bone and saddle sore. In addition, his head still pounded from the hit she’d given him. When he found the bitch, he would make sure she paid. After he had her, he would pass her along to his henchmen to have a go before he put the freak up for sale in the new whore house he’d opened. His stepsister would make him a rich man. She would be his star.

  Hell, he’d killed his own father to have her. Setting the fire to the cottage and making sure Jacki would wake and have a way out had been genius. She was his. He’d had his eye on her from the minute his father had married that mouse of a mother of hers. He had caught her bathing once and he still couldn’t get the image from his mind. That fiery red hair, those wide, innocent green eyes, and those long, long legs. She was different and he craved different. He wanted those lips around his cock. He wanted to plunge his hand up that patch of red curls between her legs. He would have her on her knees begging when he was done with her.

  His father had scrutinized him and watched his every move. He’d no doubt seen the fire in his eyes when he looked at her. The fire he could no longer hide as she grew older. He knew he wanted her, but his father wouldn’t let him anywhere near Jacki. The old man had even threatened him should he touch her. That was why he had to die. Old dear old Dad, he would do much more than touch. After he had his fill of her, she would be up for sale and she would make him a fortune. There were men who would pay a king’s ransom to have a freak in their bed.

  Tavis grinned and reached down to adjust his cock. Just thinking about all the things he wanted to do to his stepsister made him hard. He was still clutching himself with one hand when he pushed open the door to the pub with the other. The place was a shithole in a shithole village, but he had a good feeling about this. The pub was crowded and a short blonde with big tits popping from the top of her blouse passed them with a saucy grin and a loaded tray of ale. She wasn’t bad to look at. The tits were huge for one so young and tiny otherwise. Tavis’s beady eyes narrowed and he assessed her money-making potential. She was no Jacki, but big tits and blondes were also in demand. He made a mental note to come back for her later. Perhaps he would even take the time to try out her charms tonight. He could use a night off in a real bed with a woman.

  The three of them pushed their way to the counter where a barkeep with a dirty-looking mustache flecked with food was taking orders and filling glasses. “What can I get you men?”

  “Three drinks and some information.” Tavis tossed a gold coin on the counter and the man’s eyes glowed with greed. His hand shot out to snatch it. One of his henchmen stabbed a knife into the wood counter by his hand and the barkeep froze.

  “I don’t want any trouble here, mister.”

  “A little information and there won’t be no trouble.” Around him, the room that had been so loud and bustling went quiet and still. “I’m looking for a girl,” Tavis said loudly.

  “Why didn’t you just say so?” He reached to pour them their drinks. “Molly here will be happy to accommodate you and your friends.” Mustache man pointed at the blonde and Tavis turned his head to eye her. She really was a juicy piece of tail. He would let her suck him off to ease his discomfort until he found Jacki. Tavis turned back to the barkeep. “Not her. A specific girl. She’s tall for a woman and with bright red hair. Have you seen her?”

  “Are you men bounty hunters?” The man’s beady eyes glowed with sudden excitement.

  Tavis flicked his wrist and one of his hired men grabbed the barkeep and pulled him half across the bar. “Answer the man,” he said with a growl.

  Mustache Man swallowed. “Yeah, she was here. Said she was looking for work, but I took her measure right away. I knew she was trouble.”

  Tavis leaned forward his face inches from the man. “When was she here?”

  “Two days ago.” The hired man released him and he slipped back behind the bar, making sure to the grab the gold coin before he went.

  Tavis and his men downed the drinks poured for them. Tavis whirled around and faced the crowd, who suddenly found their own drinks interesting. “Does anyone know the girl and where she may have gone? There is a coin for any man who knows her current whereabouts.”

  A man in the center of the room staggered to his feet. No doubt made brave by the half-empty bottle in front of him. “You’ll no have to worry about her anymore, sir. We ran the witch out of town. Yes, we did.”

  Tavis narrowed his eyes. “A witch, you say?”

  “Yeah, she stole a meat pie from me and offered me magic beans in payment. Witch she was. Oddly tall and with hair the color of fire, her eyes glowed green, they did. She was a sly one. She managed to escape our hunting party, but the dogs tracked her.”

  Tavis slowly made his way to the man, putting his hand out to signal to the hired men that he would handle this himself. “And why, pray tell, will I have to not worry about ‘the witc
h’ anymore?” Tavis fingered the knife in his pocket. If this ass-wipe of a man had done something to cost him his plan, he would gut him where he stood.

  “After she stole me meat pie, we chased her to the mountain. She summoned a beanstalk as thick as could be, almost like a ladder and climbed up it and he has her now.” The guy ran his hand over his mouth and his beady gaze shot around the room, as though looking for a friendly face. But none met his eyes.

  “Who is he?” Tavis spit out. His face went red and the thought of another man having her filled him with rage. Her cherry was his to bust. After his patience, she owed him that much.

  “Why, the giant that lives on the mountain, of course. He’s a big, ugly, mean one, he is. The women that agree to go to him never come back. It’s said he grinds their bones for his dinner.”

  Tavis released the knife. There were too many witnesses. Instead, his hand shot out and he grabbed the man by the collar and punched him in the face again and again. He saw red and it wasn’t from the blood covering the man’s face.

  “Tavis!” Strong arms reached for him.

  Tavis didn’t stop hitting the man until he was pulled off his prone body by his hired hunters.

  ****

  In the ensuing chaos, no one noticed the neat little man who slipped quietly from the pub and waited. He took note of the men leaving and where they were going for the night. The bar wench, Molly, was tossed up on the horse in front of the leader, Tavis, his men had called him. Hollis knew she would keep the threesome busy for the night. She was most talented that way. He had sampled her charms many times himself.

  Time had come for him to return home. His sire needed to know what was coming his way. He only hoped there would be time to prepare. Jacinda was in danger and knowing Benjamin Stalks like he did, that would not sit well with him.