The Encounter
Joesh had heard something large moving in the forest - crashing, thumping, branches snapping. The sound of dread.
It wasn't too close, he reassured himself; something that large couldn't surprise him. And then, the wood fell quiet - calm. Foreboding.
He listened for danger as he picked his way along the trail, hoping this shortcut back to the hamlet wouldn't be a terminal regret.
So focused on listening, Joesh somehow missed the giant standing still among the trees, until she moved into the sunlight.
Standing like a tree herself made her invisible - and then, she was there and looming, her massive foot stepping over a fallen trunk toward him.
Joesh halted, realizing in that instant he had no chance to run, and his heart rose to his throat in panic.
No.
His end would be with a smashed head, then dumped in a barbaric cookpot, and there was nothing to be done! No mere human could resist the monstrous force that bore down on him. Not alone, not unprepared.
He quailed.
The creature towered over him, even after stepping down from her hillock, her skin almost glowing an unnerving green-gray in the rays breaking through the canopy - an alien hue, as though the blood in her veins held no redness at all. He shuddered. That a monster could have such a human shape, and yet be so weird - so... wrong!
He wondered at her figure, unmistakably woman. If she were half the size, how bizarre would she look? What if she was standing next to a human girl? A twisted and disproportionate thing, certainly! He shook his head, distracting from his own pending demise.
Her massive breasts bounced with each step, an avalanche of flesh unrestrained by their thin leather coverings, each the size of her club-head.
Joesh raised his hands in supplication, wondering if it would make any difference. He waited for that enormous club to swing at him, the last thing he would see before he met Eternity - but then, he realized, the club was still.
The giantess had paused, brow furrowed, discerning. Bones hanging from her clothes - some human, Joesh was certain - clattered as she gestured, regarding him.
Joesh watched with confusion as a grin curled the monster's cheeks. Then the clubhead touched the ground, fingers like gray-green sausages released the handle, and it flipped back to thud into the humous. Was this - mercy? From the Gods, at least! Joesh's knees nearly buckled from relief!
To his surprise, the giantess bent hers as well, lowering herself closer to his level even as she loomed over him.
The giant woman smiled, showing her full set of teeth, and she thrust a finger at her own chest before directing it toward Joesh's midsection.
What?
Another shock came as she uttered words, her voice low and guttural, befitting the size of her voice box. Joesh, expecting only harsh barbaric gibberish, heard words in the Common Tongue:
"Bruki, me. ME ISS BRUKI! Bruki wan-... wan-tt? WANT. Wan-t mannn."
"Well, she's got me true," Joesh thought. Before he could formulate a reply, the grinning giantess had poked aside leather to expose a two-inch nipple, and then raised the layered loincloths that covered her dark, curly nethers.
Joesh stared - down; up; high up, to her ever-so-inviting smile; and back down again. Ah.
This intent was crystal clear.
The forest shook when the giantess - "Bruki" - dropped to her knees, watching his face with pleased interest as she pulled aside the rest of her top, exposing the rest of her weighty chest. A larger handful of her loincloths came up, and he could see her full pubis, the tower of curly black hairs showing its color in the sunlight.
She reached toward him - she was well out of his reach, but he was well within hers - and tugged insistently at his waist, until he felt stitches pop, and the rough wool breeches were shoved to his knees.
The giantess stared at his exposed member - just starting to swell, from the proximity of her breasts, the curves of her womanhood - and sucked in her lower lip with a long hiss of air.
"I hope that's not disappointment," Joesh thought, wondering when - if ever - he would stop fearing for his life.
"ME... iss BRUKI. Brrrruki! Iss... YOU?" A reply was expected. What a time for introductions!
"Ah. Uh... me is... I mean, I am Joesh. ME, JO-ESH." This was not the best situation to navigate communication, Joesh thought, his hips bending forward at her pull.
"Joesh iss mann. BRUKI iss... [incomprehensible guttural grunt]. Mann wan-tt Bruki?"
She was scooting closer on her knees, tucking her loincloths up and away, and still pulling him closer by his erection. She licked her teeth, her tongue purple and thick as a cow's, and he could see the desire shining in her eyes. Her breasts swung in his face, each larger than his head, her nipples alone a mouthful.
Arousal surged through him, transforming all her strangeness and inhumanity into the alluring exotic. She was so much woman!
"Ah - yes? Oh, curses. Yes!! Joesh WANT Bruki! Gods curse me, but... I do want you!"
Bruki's demeanor softened at his proclamation, and she stared into his face for a moment, expressionless but eyes sparkling. Then the giantess released her grip on his penis and cupped his shoulder with her palm instead, covering half of his back with the one hand. She pulled him closer, guiding, not insistent.
She raised herself to one knee and tipped her pelvis, turning her vulva up to him. He held his turgid member toward it, feeling her stiff hairs, and the heat of her skin as he pressed against her labia.
Joesh paused, staring down at those oversized gray-green lips, her dark clit glistening in its cleft. The coloring and size were all wrong, but she was still so... SO close to human! So incredible, so impossible, and now he was about to join with her, this huge goddess of the forest! How could this be real?
But it was real, she reminded him, by pushing on his shoulder - again not forcing, not shoving, but barely holding back her impatience. Her other hand was shaking, he noticed - he looked up into her face, and pale blue irises pierced his, as her mouth hung open in anticipation and her brow quivered, breath bated.
"Bruki, Joesh, wantt... Joesh, Bruki, wanntt... Wanttt??" He could have sworn she was almost whining over his hesitation, if her voice wasn't so low.
"Alright, alright! I'm just looking at... okay, Bruki. Ohhh!" He heard her sharp, shuddering intake of breath as he pressed himself into her, feeling her warmth and folds envelop him as he slid inside.
Immediately, Bruki fit her hands around him - one fully on his back, the other around his buttocks - and pulled him into her, pressing him in a greedy embrace, his face wedged between her breasts. He tilted his head up to breathe, and saw her tip her own head back, mouth hanging wide in pleasure.
He rocked his hips, trying to thrust, though she held him close. Bruki began to emit a low, guttural moan, a sound unlike any he'd heard.
This close, her skin smelled of leather and aromatic birch bark, and woman - warm and heady and layered. The scent made his head swim, even as his manhood pulsed inside her, aching to move.
Finally, she released his hips, and he pulled back enough to slam into her, hard. He'd almost expected her to feel loose, from her size, but his cock was filling up her hot wetness and he even felt her muscles gripping him occasionally, in time with her grunts, already edging him closer to his limit.
"Bruki... I'm close... I can't hold it back! If I don't stop now..." Joesh felt a sudden terror that this was all about to be over, so soon, with the aftermath unknown. What if she was unsatisfied? Would that be his end? He stopped moving, hesitant to withdraw, feeling her clench as he throbbed inside her.
"WANT JO-ETH!"
She didn't give him the chance. The hand on his butt clenched and pulled him hard against her, into her, almost violently, and held him there as he exploded inside her, spurting his hot seed into her cavern. Bruki exploded then too, in her own language, emitting visceral proclamations that held no meaning for Joesh, until she tried it in Common Tongue:
"Joesh! WANT ME! Now Bruki iss...
Oh. OH. OHH.
WITH JO-ESH! MY... MANNN!"
She shuddered, chest rocking and pelvis grinding into him. He was suddenly glad at their position - if he was underneath her, this would've been the moment he was crushed. Instead, he could focus on the sensation of her muscles, as they squeezed even more out of him. Her groaning peaked and then ebbed, with her climax.
Joesh needn't have worried about the aftermath.
As soon as her orgasm was over, she grunted "Agggain!" as she flopped to her stomach, again shaking the forest floor. Butt in hand, she took him into her mouth without hesitation, licking and cleaning, and coaxed him back into hardness.
That was how they spent the next several hours - with Bruki squatting in front of him, leaning on her club handle as he railed her from behind; then, leaning back in a squatting tripod, to give him easy standing access (she came twice this way). Finally, as exhaustion took its toll on his muscles, she lay on the ground with her ass in the air, where he could relax on its softness as he pounded into her from behind.
When all was spent, she stood and dressed, then gazed at him for a moment with the quiet gleam in her eyes and a grin curling her cheek. "Bruki... yourrrs," she guttered, simply, then turned and languidly crunched off between the trees.
As it turns out, Bruki had been serious when she said "Bruki yours." She visited his homestead often after that, always staying out of sight of the other residents, but calling him into the forest for a seance with a long, low whisper that carried over the meadow and roused the dogs.
Joesh would call her, too, when he went walking in the forest after his daytime work was done, and within ten or fifteen minutes she would appear by the side of the trail - always silent, as though she had been waiting there all day, waiting for him to spot her with her wide, toothy grin, shining eyes, and bits of leather coverup already sliding off for him every which way.
One cloudy day they were interrupted mid-coitus by bandits. Their only warning was the "thwip" before an arrow thunked into Bruki's thigh, inches from Joesh's torso. Then, he was sprawling naked on the ground and she was on her feet, swelling with fury, reaching for her club. More arrows zipped as she charged naked into the forest, feet thudding with half a ton of force in every step, massive breasts swinging akimbo.
The sounds that followed were horrific - the panicked screaming of doomed men, drowned out by Bruki's enraged roar, punctuated by hideous club blows that cut off the screams one by one. Joesh winced every time the club struck, either shuddering the ground with its force or splintering a tree, but each time the sound was laced with the sickening crunch of living bones being pulverized. She didn't miss. There were four or five of them, but Joesh wasn't sure, he couldn't have kept count - he just huddled in the bushes, wide-eyed, and waited for it to be over.
Finally, when the last terrified voice was cut short, Bruki returned to Joesh, sprayed and splattered with bright red blood and bits of gore. A second arrow protruded, Joesh saw - it was non-vital. Wild-eyed, she refused to let him touch them, but instead picked him up by the armpits and held him like a child, hunching protectively over his curled body for minutes, unblinking, every panted breath a guttural growl.
Joesh eventually pried his way out of her grasp. She let him go at first, then seized him as though he were a doll, and gripped his genitals until he was hard again. Then she fucked herself with him, smearing them both with stinking blood, roaring in his face from the mixture of pleasure and pain. But before either of them climaxed, she abruptly released him, collapsed to the forest floor, and was asleep. She did not wake even as Joesh pulled the arrows from her muscles and bound her wounds with strips of his flaxen shirt, and not knowing what else to so, he walked home in the twilight, shaken and worried.
Her blood was earth-deep but definitely red, Joesh learned that day. He was glad to never see it again, nor the savagery of spirit she had hidden from him so well until that day.
They came together again soon, as their usual, and all was mostly normal. She never spoke of that day. Still, Bruki's demeanor was subdued - nigh submissive - for weeks after.
Joesh never married a human woman. Until the day he stopped answering Bruki's calls or coming into the forest, his aged and broken body too wracked with exhaustion and medieval disease, he never went with his loins unsatisfied.
On the day of his passing, the villagers shivered with fear and wonder as the forest filled with the sound of Bruki's grief. It resonated for miles. Face skyward, gray-tipped hair hanging to her waist, she wailed at the sky for hours, lurching among the trees as she called his soul to return to her, as was the way of her kind. Her tears rained to the forest floor until they came no more.
Ever after, the local folk told their children of the time "the spirit of the woods cried for Kind Old Joesh, because of all the time he had spent in there". They never knew the truth.
Bruki's grief was ever more bitter because she hadn't had the time to tell her "mannn" about the tiny children she bore for him, his own son and daughters. They grew faster than giants, but were still children at 30 years old, their childhoods outlasting their own sire's lifetime. Three half-giants Bruki raised alone in the wilderness, as they were too small and weak to survive among Mountain Giants, but neither could she trust them to the human world - humans were known to be savage to any aberration, unaccepting and unforgiving.
These three would go on to be great heroes in their own time. Eight feet tall and with Bruki's chiseled features, guttural accents, and Joesh's hay-blond hair, their deeds would someday resound across legend, spoken of when invoking kindness and justice.
But those are stories for another time.
Joesh would call her, too, when he went walking in the forest after his daytime work was done, and within ten or fifteen minutes she would appear by the side of the trail - always silent, as though she had been waiting there all day, waiting for him to spot her with her wide, toothy grin, shining eyes, and bits of leather coverup already sliding off for him every which way.
One cloudy day they were interrupted mid-coitus by bandits. Their only warning was the "thwip" before an arrow thunked into Bruki's thigh, inches from Joesh's torso. Then, he was sprawling naked on the ground and she was on her feet, swelling with fury, reaching for her club. More arrows zipped as she charged naked into the forest, feet thudding with half a ton of force in every step, massive breasts swinging akimbo.
The sounds that followed were horrific - the panicked screaming of doomed men, drowned out by Bruki's enraged roar, punctuated by hideous club blows that cut off the screams one by one. Joesh winced every time the club struck, either shuddering the ground with its force or splintering a tree, but each time the sound was laced with the sickening crunch of living bones being pulverized. She didn't miss. There were four or five of them, but Joesh wasn't sure, he couldn't have kept count - he just huddled in the bushes, wide-eyed, and waited for it to be over.
Finally, when the last terrified voice was cut short, Bruki returned to Joesh, sprayed and splattered with bright red blood and bits of gore. A second arrow protruded, Joesh saw - it was non-vital. Wild-eyed, she refused to let him touch them, but instead picked him up by the armpits and held him like a child, hunching protectively over his curled body for minutes, unblinking, every panted breath a guttural growl.
Joesh eventually pried his way out of her grasp. She let him go at first, then seized him as though he were a doll, and gripped his genitals until he was hard again. Then she fucked herself with him, smearing them both with stinking blood, roaring in his face from the mixture of pleasure and pain. But before either of them climaxed, she abruptly released him, collapsed to the forest floor, and was asleep. She did not wake even as Joesh pulled the arrows from her muscles and bound her wounds with strips of his flaxen shirt, and not knowing what else to so, he walked home in the twilight, shaken and worried.
Her blood was earth-deep but definitely red, Joesh learned that day. He was glad to never see it again, nor the savagery of spirit she had hidden from him so well until that day.
They came together again soon, as their usual, and all was mostly normal. She never spoke of that day. Still, Bruki's demeanor was subdued - nigh submissive - for weeks after.
Joesh never married a human woman. Until the day he stopped answering Bruki's calls or coming into the forest, his aged and broken body too wracked with exhaustion and medieval disease, he never went with his loins unsatisfied.
On the day of his passing, the villagers shivered with fear and wonder as the forest filled with the sound of Bruki's grief. It resonated for miles. Face skyward, gray-tipped hair hanging to her waist, she wailed at the sky for hours, lurching among the trees as she called his soul to return to her, as was the way of her kind. Her tears rained to the forest floor until they came no more.
Ever after, the local folk told their children of the time "the spirit of the woods cried for Kind Old Joesh, because of all the time he had spent in there". They never knew the truth.
Bruki's grief was ever more bitter because she hadn't had the time to tell her "mannn" about the tiny children she bore for him, his own son and daughters. They grew faster than giants, but were still children at 30 years old, their childhoods outlasting their own sire's lifetime. Three half-giants Bruki raised alone in the wilderness, as they were too small and weak to survive among Mountain Giants, but neither could she trust them to the human world - humans were known to be savage to any aberration, unaccepting and unforgiving.
These three would go on to be great heroes in their own time. Eight feet tall and with Bruki's chiseled features, guttural accents, and Joesh's hay-blond hair, their deeds would someday resound across legend, spoken of when invoking kindness and justice.
But those are stories for another time.
End
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