The Quest

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"Almost there, almost there!"

Eliandra adjusted the heavy satchel on her back, hearing the contents clink inside, and trudged forward. The journey had been a treacherous one. Her village sat at the very bottom of the mountain she had almost scaled, living in its shadow in the winter months. There was no defined path to the top for none made the journey unless absolutely necessary and even then rarely did so willingly.

There was only one regular exception to the rule, an annual ceremony that saw one villager randomly selected to brave the elements and scale the mountain to deliver the offering. This villager was chosen at the end of the winter and spent until fall training themselves for the excursion.

For atop this mountain there was a large cave, cavernous from outward appearance, but as one walked inside it you could see intricate carvings in the stone as if performed by a master stonesmith. Within the cave lived a man, although it was difficult to call him such as he was no ordinary mortal man. He was, in no other terms, a giant.

Stories of how large he truly was had become mythical in nature as no one living could say they had truly seen him. Any villagers who made it back from delivering the offering (and not all did) could only tell tales of a booming voice that emanated from the shadows, thanking them for making the journey and then bidding them luck on their way back down. Judging from the height of the cave ceiling, however, guesses ranged from anywhere between 12 to 15 feet in height.

This offering typically constituted a selection of rare materials and foods, collected and preserved throughout the year for this special occasion. The ceremony was a celebration of the giant and had taken place annually for at least 150 years marking the day the giant arrived in the village. He had appeared suddenly as the village faced decimation from a marauding band of ex-soldiers who had been ransacking any town or village they happened to come across leaving many dead in their wake. The sight of him had been enough to make them flee, taking with them tales of a monstrous defender of the village. They had faced no such hardship since that day.

The village folk praised their protector and lavished him with any and all the meagre gifts they could muster. He had thanked them and made to leave, but was begged to stay. Noting there was nowhere big enough for him to dwell, he looked up at the mountain shrouding the village and stated he would make his home at the top, carving a place for him to stay where he could watch over the village. The villagers pledged to not forget his aid and so every year sent their offering to him in thanks.

This was the story Eliandra had been told every year on offering day as she watched the chosen villager set off on their journey. The story fascinated her, the idea that this benevolent giant lived in solitude so close and yet so far away from her. She would often dream of one day meeting him and making the perilous journey herself and now as a fully grown woman she was finally eligible. She had taken matters into her own hands and volunteered to go, something unheard of that had caused a stir.

The biggest issue had been that Eliandra was the village's potions master. She'd inherited the craft from her mother and was heavily relied upon in the village for all sorts of medical needs in particular, so the prospect of potentially losing her to the mountain was of particular concern. Thus she had promised to prepare large stores of healing potions as well as thorough instructions on how to brew more in her absence alongside the training to scale the mountain.

Eliandra didn't mind as she had factored needing to do this into her thought process for volunteering. Truthfully healing potions were now so commonplace to her that she found making them consumed barely any time or effort, but it also meant they were no longer a challenge. In her spare time she had experimented with a number of different combinations, most of which she had kept secret but that she hoped would be put to good use on her trip up the mountain.

One such potion was what she called an 'Elixir of Renewal'. In practice it granted one the energy and rest gained from 12 hours sleep and could potentially forgo the need for sleep altogether. She had thought about sharing this concoction with the village but decided against it as she felt no one would appreciate suddenly being able to work twice as many hours in the day every day as she guessed would become the expectation. Plus the materials were a little harder to find so keeping up to demand would be difficult. As an answer to combat her exhaustion from the climb though, it was perfect. She had also made another discovery that had worked incredibly well when tested, but that was for a scenario that might not happen...

The wind and snow cut against her skin but Eliandra pressed on, knowing her journey would soon be complete. With each step forward she could make out a faint light flickering in an encroaching darkness. As she grew closer, she started to make out that light was emanating from a brazier affixed to the wall of a large opening in the side of the mountain. Filled with excitement, she took another few swift steps forward and found herself at the entrance of the giant's cave.

It was every bit as imposing and wonderful as she had imagined it. She hurried inside out of the direct blast of the wind and snow and took a moment to gaze around. In the flickering light she saw glimpses of the fine carvings in the rockface, every bit as detailed and beautiful as the legends had stated. She had almost forgotten why she was there but then was brought back into reality as she once again had to adjust her satchel.

Remembering the key purpose of her endeavour, she laid the satchel down carefully and began to unbag its contents. There was a good selection of items this year including cured venison and ham, a bottle of double strength mead, a jewel encrusted chalice and letters from the young children of the village. Eliandra remembered when she used to write her own letters. Her young mind could never have dreamed she'd make it up here, but it was her mature mind that had finally had the resolve to do it.

Still in the bag were the two potions she had brought with her and she reached for the Elixir of Renewal. Her exhaustion would soon be a thing of the past and she was glad for it. She downed the mixture (which she had taken much care to ensure was flavoured with her favourite pairing, honey and cinnamon) and felt the effects start to wash through her body. She couldn't help but marvel at her own ingenuity at times and particularly now as her body stopped aching and instead filled with an intense rush of energy that made her feel so alive and unstoppable.

"Hello?" she called out into the darkness.

The shout echoed around her in the expanse of the cave like a hundred tiny voices were mimicking her at once. Other than this she was met with silence.

"My name is Eliandra, I have come from the village with our offering for you," she continued.

"Thank you, Eliandra," a deep voice boomed from the darkness.

It was just as the stories said. She could almost feel it reverberating through her body and shivered with excitement.

"I-I have brought you fine meats and trinkets and..."

"It is appreciated as always," the voice said, cutting her off. "I wish you good luck on your journey home."

Eliandra looked back over her shoulder at the still raging wind and snow and then back towards the darkness the voice had come from. This would be her only chance to do this, so she had to ask now or at least find time to be able to ask soon.

"The journey has been long and very treacherous and the weather has not been kind," she said. "If it pleases you, may I stay a while until the storm changes?"

There was a moment of silence before the voice spoke again.

"You truly wish to stay?"

"Yes, but only if it pleases you sir," Eliandra replied hopefully.

Silence again as the giant seemed to be considering his answer.

"Ok, you may stay until the worst of the storm passes."

"Thank you sir!" she told him gleefully, a step closer to realising her dreams.

"And please, I have no wish of you to call me 'sir'. I am not your master," the voice added from the shadows.

"My apologies, I just don't really know what else to call you," Eliandra replied, finding a space to kneel down and 'rest'.

A short laugh came from the dark.

"All these years and none of them wrote down my name anywhere," the voice said. "All too busy being reverent I suppose..."

"That sounds like them," Eliandra smiled. "So, what is your name?"

"Balehaut," the voice replied.

"A pleasure to meet you, Balehaut," Eliandra smiled. This was going so well. "You can call me Ellie if you like. May I call you Bale?"

"I suppose," the voice uttered.

Eliandra noticed she had started to shiver slightly. The acclimation with the cold her trek up the mountain had given her was starting to wane and it felt far more bitter than before.

"Are you cold?" asked Balehaut.

"I am beginning to feel the cold, yes," Eliandra admitted. "Are you not cold yourself?"

"Many years of living up here have left me numb to it," he replied. "Also it is difficult to find an adequate fuel source up here..."

"Oh, I see," Eliandra replied, recognising he was right, it would be difficult to get firewood at the top of a mountain.

"However," she heard him say, "I think I can make an exception..."

She heard a noise other than Balehaut's voice from the darkness, the sound of movement. What sounded like a pile of logs was being moved into some sort of position but then she felt the earth beneath her start to tremble slightly. She watched in awe as the darkened figure of this impossibly huge man stepped from the darkness holding a length of wood with a swathe of cloth attached to the end. He held it to the already lit brazier, waiting for the cloth to light, and once it did, turned back towards the darkness. He lit numerous other braziers adorning the walls of his home and lighting the room up to the extent that Eliandra could finally see everything, before placing the wood into a firepit that first started to smoke but then lit.

Gazing around the room, she could make out far more of the elaborate carvings than before until her gaze finally shifted back to the far end of the room where the giant had taken a seat in what could only be accurately described as looking like a throne carved from stone.

"Get yourself closer to the fire to warm up," he told her.

Eliandra did as he asked, but all the while her eyes were now fixed to the suddenly visible Balehaut. He was every bit as huge as she had imagined. She had never been one for measurements other than the ones in her potions, but knowing that she herself was just about 5 feet tall, the giant was easily at least three times that. With his increased height came increased width too, his broad shoulders keeping him in proportion with his height and making him look like a normal, if tall, man who had been simply scaled up.

His clothing was sparse, covering his crotch but not much else, which allowed Eliandra to see his physique. He looked strong and muscular but in the way a man becomes from tireless hours working hard labour. What surprised her the most though was his face. Given his age and the general oversized nature of his body, Eliandra would have expected him to look oafish or ogre-like, but instead he was ruggedly handsome, with long hair and an again surprisingly well maintained beard.

"Is everything ok?" he suddenly asked.

It was then that Eliandra realised she had been staring at him the whole time without saying a word. Whilst she couldn't bring herself to stop staring at him yet, she could at least talk.

"Y-yes, everything is... great," she said trailing off.

"I know it must come as a shock..." Balehaut began, "there's a reason I normally conduct these meetings in the dark."

"You're so... so..."

"Go on..." Balehaut sighed.

"Big!" Eliandra blurted out.

"And you're so small," Balehaut replied gruffly.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to offend..." Eliandra added, feeling a little flushed.

"It's fine. Forget it," he sighed again.

There was silence for a moment before he spoke again.

"Do me a favour and bring me over some of that cured meat please," he told her.

She finally looked away from him but only long enough to find the item he had requested. She took it over to him, quivering slightly as his sheer enormity became even more apparent. She looked like a child's doll compared to him, and as he reached down to take the meat from her, she observed how his hand could have easily engulfed her head. She was lucky he had no intention of harming her, she thought for a brief moment.

She watched as he delicately tore a relatively small strip of the meat away with ease and held it back out to her.

"You're kind, but I couldn't possibly..." she began to say.

"Do not make me a poor host in my own home," he told her.

She stared into his eyes for a moment and saw a longing and a sadness, paired with a certain gentleness despite his enormous stature. She took the meat from him, a hearty helping in her hands, and returned to the fire. She waited until he had taken a bite before taking her own. It was finer food than she normally ate so she gave herself a moment to enjoy it before turning her focus back to why she had come here in the first place.

"The legends I've been told say you've been up here for over 150 years," she said.

"It's possible, I'm not really sure," Balehaut shrugged.

"How come you've stayed so long? N-not that I wish to be rude," Eliandra added quickly, "it's just living up here alone for so long must be quite... difficult."

Balehaut was quiet for a moment but then replied.

"Solitude suits me," he said.

"Even so. Do you not get lonely at all?"

"I appreciate you are curious," he replied, "but you need not worry about that. Living up here means I can go about my life without consequence or interruption."

"What do you mean?"

"Say I was to live among your people in the village. Do you imagine I'd get a moment's rest? And what of your homes and meeting places? Could I be included in these celebrations without causing damage to them? Up here I have all the space I could need and I am free to be with my own thoughts."

Eliandra was listening but wasn't hearing what she desperately wanted to know so pushed forward.

"I can see that would be hard. Even so though, why stay in that case? Why not go out into the world and maybe find other giants who live in a way better suited for you?"

"You don't know much of giants, do you girl?" Balehaut scoffed.

"Only you really," Eliandra smiled back earnestly.

"We are naturally solitary creatures. Some take it to an extreme and become very possessive of the land they call home and anything within it. Ever hear stories of brave young heroes capturing untold treasures from the big, bad monsters?"

Eliandra nodded.

"Well, there's at least a slither of truth to those tales. Fortunately we aren't all barbarians, even if we might look that way..."

It felt like he was about to go off on a tangent again, so Eliandra tried to reign the conversation back to her goal.

"But even with that being the case, surely you must have... urges?"

Balehaut looked confused for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there must be female giants out there too, I mean do you never feel like you should be going out there to find one and... y'know..."

It took another brief moment of thought but then Balehaut replied with a simple, "oh". He sat back in his chair for a moment as if this was something he had not contemplated in a long time.

"It's not something I dwell on," he finally added. "There's no use in it anyway."

"Why?" Eliandra asked as innocently as she could, trying to conceal her anticipation for where this was going.

Balehaut regarded her with a frustrated look for a moment before replying.

"If you must know it is because one can only go for so long wanting something they can't have before going mad."

"But there are other things you could do," Eliandra added quickly, maybe too quickly even, but this was all starting to flow the way she'd imagined now.

"I trust you are not naive enough to believe that is enough, particularly after how long I have been up here..."

"Well..." Eliandra said with a gulp, bracing herself, "you could always try it with someone else..."

"There is no one else girl," he sighed, looking away from her.

This was the moment she'd been waiting for. Eliandra stood and started to remove her clothes as she spoke.

"True but... is there maybe any way I could... y'know, as part of your offering... and to show my gratitude..."

The giant hadn't been looking her way when she started to speak, but as he looked towards her to reply he did a double take. She continued to remove her clothes as he simply stared, his jaw agape slightly. Despite the wintery cold, Eliandra felt like her body was on fire. Now fully naked, she stood before the giant, waiting for him to say something.

"P-put your clothes back on girl," he suddenly said, trying to avert his eyes.

"Oh, do you not like me?" she said meekly.

"That's not it, believe me," he replied, a little desperation creeping into his voice as his eyes kept betraying him and flitting back to her naked form.

"Then what's the issue?"

"Have you not heard the other tales girl? Of the insatiable lust and hunger for women my kind possesses?"

Eliandra had indeed heard those tales. Had she felt bolder she might have told the giant that was very much the point of her coming here in the first place.

"And even if I were so inclined, you must realise there's barely anything you can do for me anyway? It would destroy your tiny body even to try..."

Balehaut's eyes were now back on Eliandra fully, but they were filled with frustration rather than desire. She smiled as she spoke.

"I know we won't be able to do everything you want," she said, only partially meaning it and starting to walk towards him, "but perhaps I could still help somehow?"

As she reached him, she placed a hand on his colossal thigh. She looked deep into his eyes. She wanted him to see that she meant it. She pressed her body up against him, seeming miniscule in comparison, but her soft and warm embrace seemed to be enough to make him relent.

"By the gods girl, you are bizarre," he finally said. "Do you truly wish to do this?"

"Truly, yes," she nodded, barely containing her enthusiasm.

"Ok, well, stand back for a moment then."

Eliandra did as she was told and watched as Balehaut rose to his feet. She didn't even come up to his waist, missing it by over a foot at least, and so she had to crane her neck upwards as she waited with bated breath for Balehaut to remove his only item of clothing. This was the part she had the most trepidation about. Logically he was going to be the most well hung man she'd ever seen, but what if it turned out it was the only place he was tiny? What if she'd come all this way for a just above average cock? She needn't have feared anything, however.

As the last part of the loincloth dropped, out too did Balehauts cock. It was the most glorious sight Eliandra had ever seen, every bit as big and overlarge as the rest of him. It was almost touching the top of her head meaning it must have been just over a foot long and was thicker around than one of her thighs, let alone her arm. What's more it was also clearly flaccid which meant there was potentially much more to come...

"Wooooooow," she said with a glazed look in her eyes. "It's so... so..."

"Go on," Balehaut said, suppressing a grin.

"Big."

Eliandra stood up on her tiptoes for a moment bringing her up just high enough that the tip was brushing the top of her head. She craned her neck up as high as she could and placed a small kiss on the end of the giant's cock, before dropping back down again with an excited grin. She could see Balehaut was clearly still trying to restrain himself to an extent, but she'd work on that later. He sat back down on the edge of his chair, his massive cock hanging down over the edge and in a much better position for Eliandra to work with.

She approached him, walking between his slightly spread legs and to the object of her desires. She reached out to touch it, trying to cup the head and lift it upwards. It was heavy and the weight felt amazing in her hand. It was so heavy and long, in fact, that it seemed to dip in the middle where gravity was pulling it downwards. She rested the tip on her shoulder, almost feeling like she had the full weight of the satchel back on her, and proceeded to stroke up and down the length.

Balehaut let out a small groan, a barely audible grumble of sorts, but it made Eliandra grin from ear to ear. She took the time as she stroked to stare at the giant's equally large testicles, each one larger than her head. She moved one of her hands beneath one of them and lifted slightly. Just like his cock, his balls were heavy and she could only imagine how productive they must be. Thoughts of what could be to come flashed through her mind, but she didn't want to get ahead of herself. She wanted to enjoy this.

She wasn't the only one enjoying it. Aside from his groans, Eliandra could both see and feel how much Balehaut was being turned on as she felt his cock begin to swell. She could feel the giant's heartbeat through his skin, the sensation itself like a dull thud against her hand and shoulder. The weight of him on her shoulder was getting steadily harder to handle but she knew (or at the very least hoped) this would abate once he really got going. For now he was bigger but still soft, the tip of his cock slowly but surely starting to eke further down her back.

"How does this feel?" she asked as she placed both hands back on his cock and continued to stroke as best she could.

"Strange to have such small hands on it," he replied gruffly but through obvious pleasure.

"Well, I mean it is massive, anything would feel small in comparison," Eliandra laughed.

The shaft had now thickened to almost double what it had started as and Eliandra could feel the tip was now halfway down her back, but she could also feel it starting to lift slightly. It was taking a while for him to get fully hard, but she didn't mind. Seeing as it was over ten times the size of most cocks, why wouldn't it take longer to get hard? She continued to gleefully stroke away at the section of the shaft she could see, her hands being prised further apart by the second and covering less and less of him at the same time.

As she felt him start to lift away from her shoulder, she took the opportunity to look back over her shoulder and really assess how big he was getting. Her jaw dropped as she saw nearly two feet of cock stretching out behind her that showed no signs of stopping. She took a couple of steps back so that she was face to face with the tip and moved her stroking from the base to around it. She at first yelped but then giggled with surprise as it seemed to suddenly surge forward in response to her touch. It was like watching an elaborate magic trick as it continued to thicken and lengthen until finally it stopped.

Huge was a woefully deficient word to use for how big Balehaut's cock had grown. If Eliandra had to guess, it was now twice as thick as one of her thighs and must have been at least four feet long, certainly no less than three and a half. By some minor miracle it was remaining upright, the strength of the giant's erection overcoming its weight.

"By the gods!" she said, jaw agape as she stared at it. "It's, it's almost as big as I am!"

Balehaut let out a single gruff chuckle. Whether the giant wanted to admit it or not, Eliandra could tell he was enjoying himself. She simply continued to stare, in awe of his massive member. She was broken from her daze by the giant clearing his throat.

"So, are you still going to help or..." he said.

"Hmm?" she said, taking a few moments before realising she had been spoken to. "Yes, yes of course! J-just give me a minute..."

She rushed over to her bag as the giant looked on in slight confusion. He watched her take a glass vial out of her bag and drink it before returning to him with a huge, almost delirious smile.

"Everything ok?" he asked.

"Absolutely, I was just... really thirsty that's all," she grinned.

She carried on talking before Balehaut could question further.

"I'm also still just trying to process how big and strong your cock is! I feel like I could hide under it..."

Eliandra moved beneath the cock and turned her body sideways.

"Can you see me?" she asked with a giggle.

"No," said the giant, humouring her.

"I bet it could even support my weight too..."

Balehaut watched as the strange girl pulled herself up onto his cock and mounted it like she had just jumped up onto a horse, facing away from him and straddling his length. Her bodyweight felt like next to nothing but the softness of her skin and the way she was touching him in so many different places at once made the giant's heartbeat quicken.

"This is amazing!" Eliandra laughed, looking over her shoulder at the slightly bemused giant.

She grinned at him and then leant her body forward, shuffling down his length so that her hips met the base of his cock, and wrapped her arms and legs around it. Despite her whole body being atop it, she could still see another foot and a half of cock jutting out before her at least, the large and bulbous head of his cock throbbing and swelling with his heartbeat which she could feel had raised considerably.

"Mmm, it's longer than my body," she mused. "Pretty much thicker too."

The giant remained silent behind her apart from his heavy breaths. She'd thought about this for a while and whilst she wanted to make it seem natural and improvised, she knew exactly what she was doing. Right now she was showing him what it might look like to have his cock inside her and if she was lucky, he might decide he wanted to see that for real...

"Everything ok up there big guy?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder cheekily at him and wiggling her butt against the base of his cock.

"Y-you should stop that," he replied, a slight sliver of panic in his booming voice.

"Oh sorry," she giggled. "I'm not too much for you am I? I mean I am supposed to be helping you aren't I?"

"Yes but...," he trailed off before sighing for a moment. "I already told you girl," he said, trying to keep his composure, "what I want... what you want, cannot happen. It would kill you to try."

With the cat very much out of the bag and Balehaut finally having caught on, Eliandra sat herself up and laid back against the giant's chest, looking up at him as she began to speak.

"I know you think you can't..." she began.

"I know I can't," he boomed.

"You think you can't," she repeated, "and you'd be right if I wasn't so very clever..."

The giant looked unsure for a moment and she let him dwell on it for a second before continuing.

"But I happen to be an exceptionally talented alchemist, and that potion I just drank? It'll make me able to take anything you can give me without any fear of harm..."

Balehaut looked confused for a moment, but then his brow furrowed and he looked angry.

"Do not tempt me with lies girl," he said. "No such thing exists..."

"Well, it might not have for some time, but that was before I came along. When I tested it, I was able to take my own arm up to the elbow with no pain!"

The giant still seemed unconvinced.

"Look, either we try and I'm wrong and I end up severely injured or we try and I'm right and you finally get to have sex with a woman after all these years..."

There was a moment of silence, but then Eliandra felt one of Balehaut's enormous hands wrap around her chest and lift her up. She was about to protest but then noticed his other hand was squeezing a mammoth sized glob of precum out of the end of his cock and slathering it all over himself.

"Oh fuck yes!!" she cried with glee. "That's it big guy, get yourself nice and slick for me..."

He remained wordless as he prepared himself. Now that it was almost time, Eliandra couldn't believe it was about to happen. The months, no years, of preparation had all been leading to this moment. He moved her to the tip of his cock and she reached back and spread herself as much as she could. The tip felt massive as it started to press against her, like the head of a normal man rather than the head of a cock.

"Don't be scared to be rough, I can take it!" she eagerly encouraged him.

She could feel his pushing increasing in strength as her pussy seemed to refuse to accept being breached by such an oversized invader. She heard increasingly frustrated and animalistic grunts coming from Balehaut and for a split second wondered whether she'd made a huge error of judgement, but then she felt the giant's fingers tighten around her body and pull her down.

She let out a piercing shriek as his cock head was finally forced inside her. It was like no other sensation she'd ever felt. Her pussy felt stretched to breaking point, even with her alchemical brilliance protecting her. Certainly without it, she would have just met a very messy end, but with it, she was able to endure what no human woman ever should have been able to. It felt like her hips had separated, forced out of the way to make room for this colossal cock, and she wondered in a brief moment of clarity whether she would return to the village permanently widened.

All other thought was quickly vanquished as her body subjected her to the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She had experienced multiple partners at once, allowing them to use every hole she had, some of them sharing, and even their combined stretching barely compared to what she was feeling now. The fullness she felt was immense and looking down at her body she could see her stomach looked incredibly bloated, it too stretching around Balehaut's massive cock head. This was bliss, and it had barely even begun.

"I-I told you you could put it in me," she laughed deliriously as she looked over her shoulder at the giant.

His own face was contorted with pleasure as for the first time in over a hundred years he felt the warmth of a woman enveloping his cock, even if it was just the head so far. He was still trying to contain his primal instincts, but every impulse in his body was telling him to go deeper and not let a single inch of his neglected cock go unserviced. He lifted the girl ever so slightly, feeling her squirm with pleasure as he did, and pulled her back down allowing just a little more of his cock inside her.

"Oh fuck, yes!!" she squealed. "More, please, more!!"

Each thrust the giant made pushed a little more of his length inside her, her alchemical brilliance somehow making her body withstand the punishment as if she were made of rubber and eliminating any feeling other than the sheer orgasmic pleasure that was in danger of permanently destroying her mind. She watched with glee as her stomach stretched and then deflated and then stretched further and deflated with each thrust.

The bulging had thankfully confined itself to her abdomen as she'd had visions of him piercing through her ribcage and his cockhead forcing its way out of her mouth which, whilst tantalising in its own way, did scare her slightly, even with her confidence in the potion she'd made. Instead, the skin of her stomach bulged out a little more and little more each time, losing none of its normal smoothness and adapting as if it were part of her normal bodily functions to be able to take a cock that size. Soon the giant's cock was bulging out of her enough that she could feel it almost slapping her breasts out of the way as he continued to get deeper and deeper.

"How are you taking this, girl?" Balehaut moaned as he observed almost two thirds of his cock was now disappearing inside her. He hadn't yet noticed the bulging himself.

"I'm... just... that... good!" she squealed with glee as he continued to fuck her.

The giant laughed and stopped plunging into her for a moment, holding her body still.

"You are either insane or brilliant," he chuckled, "I can't decide which."

Balehaut started again but slower than before, like he was now deliberately taking his time. Eliandra noticed after a few more moments that her stomach bulge didn't seem to be getting any bigger any more. She was almost certain she hadn't taken all of him yet and a cursory look over her shoulder confirmed that.

"There's more cock you aren't giving me," she said with a playful pout.

"Is what you have not enough?" Balehaut once again chuckled.

"Not when there's some left," she grinned back.

"You'll get it," he told her. "I'm merely savouring the moment. You can't begin to understand what this feels like after nearly 200 years."

"Then make me understand," she answered back, almost a command to the colossus who could snap her like a twig if he wanted to.

She could see that the fire in his eyes was once again ablaze. His grip tightened once more and she squealed as he slowly but deliberately pulled her down his cock until they were hip to hip. She could see his cock head under the shroud of her stomach now protruding out so far that she had to look upwards and couldn't see over the summit of it. Balehaut had now noticed too.

"By the gods, girl," he said with a moan skirting the line between desire and despair, "why didn't you come to me sooner?"

Eliandra was unable to reply, a mind melting orgasm ricocheting through her body making every muscle spasm and shake. Her dreams had been intense but this was eclipsing them all. She felt like her only reason to exist now was to remain impaled on the giant's cock and started to rub at the shaft beneath her skin with her hands as it moved in and out of her, making Balehaut groan.

"Urrrrrgh!" he grunted.

Eliandra started to hear what sounded like a low groan or gurgling sound coming from beneath her. She managed to see past the massive appendage stretching her stomach and her eyes went wide as she saw Balehaut's already gargantuan balls starting to swell in size. That could mean only one thing...

"Are you gonna cum for me?" she cried over her shoulder.

The giant was only able to make animalistic noises in response but the slow swelling of his cock inside her as his giant semen worked its way up his shaft told her all she needed to know.

"That's it, cum inside me, fill me up, fuuuuuccckkkk!!!!"

Eliandra experienced what felt like a dam bursting inside her as a deluge of the giant's hot, thick cum quickly filled the inside of her vagina. His cock was well and truly keeping her plugged and so as he continued to cum and cum and cum, there was nowhere for it to go and she felt her stomach start to get heavier as it visibly bloated beneath her. The sight and feeling of it all tipped her over the edge once again as orgasm after orgasm rocketed through her body eventually causing her to go limp on the end of the giant's cock.

Her belly continued to fill and swell and fill and swell some more until she was more belly than woman. The giant had released his grip on her, her whole body being held aloft by the strength of his erection alone, and was stood panting. He staggered backwards onto his carved throne and sat, the curious and impossible human girl still lodged firmly in place on his cock.

He peered around at her stretched and bloated stomach and furrowed his brow before carefully lifting her off him. His thick cum started to slowly jettison out of her once his cock was unplugged from her stretched and ruined hole. He reached for a metal cauldron stored just to the side of his chair and held the girl over, catching what was pouring out of her and not allowing too much of a mess in his home.

The viscosity of his semen was making it a slow process and so he decided to gently but firmly apply pressure to her bloated stomach, increasing the flow of cum from her pussy. Eliandra seemed to be just about coming round after the exertion of so many powerful orgasms had all but knocked her out and she looked around trying to get her bearings before realising what was happening.

"Oh gods, this feels so odd," she laughed sheepishly. "I'm not used to things coming out of there, definitely not so much at once either."

"You'd never make it back down the mountain bloated and heavy as that," Balehaut told her. "I still don't understand how your human body has survived this."

"I told you, I'm a genius," she laughed.

She moaned and cooed ever so slightly as her stomach slowly but surely deflated until she merely looked like she'd eaten a number of large meals rather than a whole village's worth of cattle. The giant went to place her down but she stopped him.

"Could you maybe place me on your chest or your lap?" she asked him meekly.

He considered it for a moment before placing her on one of his giant thighs. She cuddled into his chest and nuzzled him contentedly.

"You know, I don't have to leave here straight away..." she said.

"But you will have to leave at some point," he replied.

"I know," she sighed, "but when I do, do you think I would be welcome back here?"

"Are you intending to volunteer next year also..." the giant asked, eyebrow raised.

"No," she giggled. "I was thinking more along the lines of I come back up here as soon as I have been able to brew some more of my elixir, maybe even after discovering a way to make its effects more... permanent?"

The giant looked at her for a moment, smiled and then gently placed a large hand on the back of her head, pulling her close.

"By the gods girl, you are bizarre," he said with a laugh.