The Encounter
Joesh had heard something large moving in the forest - crashing, thumping, branches snapping, the sound filling him with dread.
It wasn't too close, he reassured himself; something that large surely wouldn't be able to surprise him! Then, the wood fell quiet - calm, but foreboding.
He listened intently for danger as he picked his way along the trail, hoping the shortcut back to the hamlet wouldn't become his terminal regret.
So focused was he on listening, Joesh somehow entirely missed seeing the giant standing among the trees, until she moved into the sunlight.
Standing still and silent, like a tree herself, as though she wasn't even there - and then, she WAS there, her massive foot stepping over a fallen trunk toward him.
Joesh halted, realizing in that dread instant that it was already too late 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 such 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 her shape seem? What if she was standing next to a human girl? A twisted and disproportionate thing, certainly! He shook his head, distracted 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 stone 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 strong, savage 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. But it was even in tone, controlled, almost musical. 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."
Before he could process the meaning, let alone 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 giantess - "Bruki" - sank to her knees, watching his face with pleased interest as she pulled aside the rest of her top, fully exposing her weighty chest. A fuller 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 heard stitches pop, and the rough wool breeches were shoved to his knees.
The giantess stared at his exposed member - half-hard 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 could stop fearing for his life.
Joes stared down, dumbfounded, as Bruki's giant gray hand lifted his penis, squeezing it at the base, then pulled it gently towards her. It hardened further in her grip.
"Me iss BRUKI. 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 thicker than 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? Curses! Yes!! Joesh DOES want Bruki! Gods may curse me, but... whoa, how 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, but gently this time, not insistent, guiding him toward her.
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 between 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 - 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, Bruki, Joesh... Joesh, Bruki? Wanttt??" He could have sworn she was almost whining, if her voice wasn't so low.
"Bruki! Joesh WANT!" 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 watched her tip her own head back, mouth hanging wide in pleasure.
He rocked his hips, trying to thrust for more sensation even as she held him, and she began to emit a low, guttural moan, a sound he'd never heard before in his life.
Finally, she released his hips, and he was able to move more. 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 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, throbbing inside her.
"WANT!"
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 ropes of his hot seed into her cavern. Bruki exploded in her own language, making visceral proclamations that held no meaning for Joesh, until she tried it in Common Tongue:
"Joesh! WANT ME! Now Bruki iss... ooh... WITH JO-ESH! MY... MANNN!"
She shuddered, chest rocking and pelvis grinding into him, and he could feel her muscular walls squeezing even more fluid out of him as her climax peaked and then ebbed.
Joesh needn't have worried about the aftermath.
As soon as her orgasm was over, she grunted "Aggainnn!" as she flopped to her stomach on the forest floor. 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 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, and languidly crunched off into the trees.
As it turns out, Bruki had been serious when she said "Bruki is with Joesh." 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 abdomen. 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, 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 shaking 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. 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 screaming voice was cut short, Bruki returned to Joesh, splattered with bright red blood and bits of gore. A second arrow protruded. Wild-eyed, she refused to let him touch them, but instead picked him up by the armpits and held him like a baby, hunched protectively over his curled body, 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 sucked him off 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 fell 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 he walked home in the twilight.
Her blood was dark, 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 then. All was as normal at their next meeting, and she never spoke of that day, though her 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. For hours she wailed, lurching among the trees, her face tipped up to the sky and her white-frosted hair hanging to her waist. Ever after, the local folk told their children of the time the spirit of the wood itself cried for Kind Old Joesh, because of all the time he had spent there; little did they know how close they were to 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 20 years old, their childhoods sadly 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 vicious to aberration, unaccepting and unforgiving.
They would go on to be great heroes in their own time, eight feet tall and with Bruki's chiseled features, with guttural accents and Joesh's hay-blond hair - figures of kindness and justice, whose deeds would someday resound across history.
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 abdomen. 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, 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 shaking 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. 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 screaming voice was cut short, Bruki returned to Joesh, splattered with bright red blood and bits of gore. A second arrow protruded. Wild-eyed, she refused to let him touch them, but instead picked him up by the armpits and held him like a baby, hunched protectively over his curled body, 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 sucked him off 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 fell 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 he walked home in the twilight.
Her blood was dark, 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 then. All was as normal at their next meeting, and she never spoke of that day, though her 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. For hours she wailed, lurching among the trees, her face tipped up to the sky and her white-frosted hair hanging to her waist. Ever after, the local folk told their children of the time the spirit of the wood itself cried for Kind Old Joesh, because of all the time he had spent there; little did they know how close they were to 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 20 years old, their childhoods sadly 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 vicious to aberration, unaccepting and unforgiving.
They would go on to be great heroes in their own time, eight feet tall and with Bruki's chiseled features, with guttural accents and Joesh's hay-blond hair - figures of kindness and justice, whose deeds would someday resound across history.
But those are stories for another time.
End
About the VAR
The VAR contains 4 scenes: Blow, Squat, Prone Bone, and Front. They have varied levels on animation, with the Front one being the most complex and polished (I recommend you "save it for last!"). They should all play on load, and dont' have interaction, they're just fun to watch (especially in VR, from all angles...).
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