My name, is Greg. I'm a monster hunter, and today I'm hunting none other than the ogre shlismic Zara or in the common langue; Big Boy. Now normally I would lay traps and have my bow pulled at the slightest sound, but with big boy it would be pointless, he is to smart and strong to fall for a trap or to be taken by one measly arrow. I plan on beating him even if it costs me my life, and if I must forfeit my life than I'll take him with me.
Today marks the third day of trailing him, luckily he doesn't eat all of the meat from the creatures he kills, if he did this may very well of become an issue for food, but he needs water as much as me so with that in mind I'm glad I trailed him even at my weakest, I may never of found this lake if not for it.
Here I am on day five, my magazines are getting worn out and I'm very stressed, despite this I think I have learned something terrifying, he knows I've been trailing him.
He seems to of had some creature set up his cave for him. He has a nicely crafted table with chairs, a bed with a pelt blanket and what appear to be names carved into the walls with Roman numerals next to them, I'm glad I took basic Roman history in school I think to myself as shlismic Zara begins undressing, I realize where he gets his name from, his big meaty pile, the veins twitching slightly and the lack of for skin, I feel myself become slightly hardened but refuse to admit it, I creep behind him with my knife in hand, I'm prepared to give 1 final blow to kill him, but he simply says in the common language "can you guess what those numbers next to the names are for?"
I can't and admit it. As I do this I Realize this is my only chance to survive this and then I hear him start to speak again. "They are from the lady's I've done, each number represents a time I came in them." I'm impressed and admit it to the ogre while I try to back up.
He then lunges at me faster than I can react and continues what he was saying "But I want to add a man to my count, and from the look in your pants you seem to be okay with being that man."
I begin to try and force him off me while he rips my shirt and tears my pants. I get scared and beg him to stop to which he merely grabs my dick and says "it's big for a human, but I don't think it would be able to satisfy me." While I'm both happy and annoyed with the compliment I don't have much time to think before his dick is shoved in my face I hear him tell me to suck it before I feel an amazing sensation on my cock, I begin to moan when I feel his meaty shaft slap my lips, I open them out of surprise just for him to shove five of his impressive thirteen inches down my throat. I start to gag but he takes my whole shaft instantly after and I guess my moaning felt good for him cause he shoved nearly half his shaft down my throat after.
