Ralk x Daven

"And that will be 5 gold pieces," I said as I handed the ores to the blacksmith. I smiled to myself as he walked away. But then I realized that was the best sale I made today. 15 gold pieces for the whole day.

It's been a harsh couple of weeks. I just barely managed to make half of what I usually do this week. I could think of nothing but my financial issues as I packed up my caravan. I don't really need the money. But with the state of Rem's economy right now... my family needs all the help they can get. Half giants spend a lot more money on necessities than most species- especially city ones.

I tried to tune out my thoughts with the sounds of my horses' hoof-beats as the caravan crept along the cobblestone road that led towards my area of the countryside.

I had just managed to calm down a little when the horses stopped suddenly and neighed in alarm. I jumped down quickly to see what was going on.

Two wulves were hunched over something on the side of the road and snarling at it. I took a few steps closer, careful not to make any loud, sudden movements. In a few moments, I was close enough to see what they were looking at. An unconscious man.

The wulves were slowly inching closer to the body, their mouths watering in anticipation. One looked just about ready to pounce, so I moved in to chase them off.

Most animals run off at the sight of a half-giant barrelling toward them, but these must have been desperate. The initial surprise of my presence had worn off, and they were guarding their meal, ready to attack.

I didn't want to hurt them, so I got some dried beef out of my satchel and tossed it over. They descended on it like the scavengers they are.

I slowly picked up the man while they were distracted, and put him in the driver's seat next to me. The horses took off before I even said to, causing my unplanned passenger's head to fall into my lap.

His face was pale, and covered in bruises. But despite the discolouration, he looked... handsome. Regal even. Maybe it was the way his angular face contrasted with his more delicate features like his long lashes and supple lips. He looked like royalty.

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. As soon as I tried to get up to look around, I felt my body protesting. My limbs felt like I'd been running till my muscles were raw. I probably did.

"I wouldn't move just yet if I were you," said a voice from somewhere in the room. I relaxed a little, the softness and kindness in their tone putting me at ease.

When I tried to talk, my voice came out raspy and a bit slurred. Like I hadn't used my voice in a long time. "Where am I?" I managed to ask.

A few moments passed, and the body of the largest person I'd ever seen came into view.

"You're in my house," he said.

I wanted to ask if he could be a bit more specific, but I could only think of how he was at least twice my size. I mean I'm not exactly on the tall side, but still.

"You must still be hungry. Let me get you the soup I made you," he said as he walked out of the room.

He came back with a bowl of something that smelt delicious. My stomach rumbled at the thought of what it would taste like.

The man laughed, and it was a deep, booming one as I expected. But there was this feeling of... playfulness to it?

"Sounds like someone's excited. All right then, eat up."

He cradled my head in his large hand and gently sat me up so he could hold the bowl to my mouth. As I drank the soup- which tasted much better than anything I'd ever tasted- I couldn't help but stare at his fingers. One of his was almost two of mine, and they radiated a comfortable warmth, pressed against my neck.

I was happy that this... gentle giant was the one that had found me and not some parasite noble.

Later that night, the man felt well enough to speak again. He told me his name was Daven. Apparently, he lived in the royal capital and was ambushed by bandits on his way there. I should probably tell my folks not to come to visit then. If it's that dangerous, I'll go to them.

The bandits didn't explain how he had gotten multiple cuts, burns, bruises, and I think a few broken bones. But I decided not to pry. We barely knew each other after all.

But when I heard his voice, I felt like I'd known him forever. It was warm and velvety like a cup of Ogmor tea on a cold night.

And his eyes. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of green I had ever seen. The contrast against his pearly skin made them more vibrant and piercing. Like he was peering right into his soul.

The next few weeks went by slowly. But they were pleasant. Ralk- he told me his name was- came in every morning to clean me up with a washcloth and rub down most of my body with his own special blend of oils and herbs.

It took a lot of willpower to "control myself." So while I looked forward to these messages, they felt like torture. I had decided that once I was well enough, I would make him mine.

Snow had already begun to fall when my body was fully functional again. On this day, Ralk did not go out to sell his wares because of the waist-deep snow. I decided today was the day I'd make my move. I simply couldn't wait any longer.

Luckily for me, he seemed to want me just as much as I wanted him.

I crept silently into the kitchen and stood a few inches away from him. He was bent over, trying to turn on the oven. His earthy brown skin rippled with muscle, and the view of his ass in those wyrm-silk pants was simply beautiful.

I waited till it looked like he was done, then hugged him from behind. He was a little surprised, but not scared.

He laughed his playful laugh. "Do you want me to turn up the heat?"

"No," I said, trying to sound as sexy as possible. "I'd rather have you warm me up."

His laughter died in his throat, and he made a very nervous grunt. By the Grower, he's cute.

"Wh-what do you mean by that?"

"I think you know exactly what I mean big guy."

Silence.

I'm pretty sure he could feel my crotch growing harder against his body at this point.

"I haven't done this in a while," he mumbled.

I moved around to face him and brought his face down to my level.

"Don't worry. I'll be in charge."

After that, I let my body do the talking.

He sat me on a chair and straddled me. Our eyes almost level with each other. Then he kissed me.

It was like being attacked. His lips were soft, but his tongue was brutal. And I loved it. At some point, he bit my lip, and I made an embarrassing sound I hadn't heard in almost... two years?

Then he did something that made my dick harder than it already was. He got up and lifted me off the chair. I thought he was human, but I must have been wrong. It takes more than human strength to lift someone as large as me.

He slipped one hand down my underwear, and two fingers traced around my hole as he began his oral attack again. I moaned into his mouth. Soon his fingers were inside me, making me squirm. I was feeling things I had never felt before.

Then confidently, with his fingers still inside me, and his mouth on mine, he walked towards the bedroom and dropped me on the bed.

"On all fours. Now."

I generally didn't like being bossed around, but this felt... different. So, I didn't waste a second. My face was towards the headboard, and my back end faced him. I couldn't see what he was going to do, and that made me even more excited.

I felt his hand caress my ass, slowly. A warm tingling sensation seemed to spread out from his fingers. A few moments later, I realized he had burned away the top half of my pants. Magic.

After I burned away any obstacles, I reached around for his cock. It was rock-hard and soaking wet. I'd heard the rumours about giants, but I didn't think they were true. I'm glad I was wrong.

I moved my hand slowly up and down his shaft. Trying to get as much pre-cum on my hand as I could. Then I used it to lube up his hole.

When I was just about ready to cum from the feel of Darven's wonderful strokes, he let go. And he started to get my hole ready. With my own pre-cum.

My hole was twitching in anticipation. I was considering grabbing him and just shoving it in myself, but then he made his move. Slowly, he pushed himself into me. Each bit intensified the burning sensation I felt in my gut.

And then it was all in. I could feel his hard body against my ass. His dick throbbing inside me. It felt so different than usual. Maybe he was using magic, but it felt like I could feel his every breath. Like we were connected. Then slowly, he started pulling out, then stopped, just at the tip before going all the way back in. He kept at it till he found his rhythm. And his slow, deep thrusts made me feel. Full. Satisfied. Good. It was perfect.

He wasn't kidding when he said he hadn't had sex in a while. He was tight. And warmer than the average person. I wanted to feel all of him. I quickened my pace and laid myself against his back. He moaned like an animal in heat. I gripped his pecs to steady myself. His nipples were soft and round like tiny flower buds, so of course, I played with them. That made him clench his muscles. The sudden tightness was what sent me over the edge. I came. It felt better than any orgasm I'd ever had. Maybe it was the fact that Ralk's ass was squeezed so tight, I couldn't even pull out. I stood there, legs shaking, till he got out every drop of cum.

That felt wonderful. But it wasn't enough. I craved to feel him inside me again. I didn't want to stop. I let him pull out.

"That was amazing," he panted. He looked like a god with his sweat-gilded body. I needed more. I grabbed him and threw him onto the bed. He was shocked but didn't seem averse to the idea. His cock was already getting hard again.

I straddled him and slowly eased his dick into me, till I was practically sitting on his pelvis. I had never felt something so deep inside me before. I went into a frenzy and started to move on my own. Each time I went down, it felt like I was having a mini orgasm. This was too good.

Watching Ralk's pecs bounce up and down while he rode my cock was awesome. I was just about ready to cum again. I grabbed his ass- have I mentioned how soft his big hairy ass is? - and thrust while he rode, meeting him in the middle. He was moaning loudly now. And the lust in his stormy grey eyes was obvious. He was close. I slowed down a little just to tease, and he squirmed. Again, his ass muscles were something else. I came just as he pushed himself down on my dick.

I pushed myself over the edge finally, and I came. More cum than I had ever seen come out of me. It was all over him. All over me. I got up and plopped down on the bed next to him. He wrapped his arms around me and nested his face in my chest. "I think I'm in love," he said.

I didn't know what to say.

"And I think I have a lot of cleaning to do."