Nevar knelt at her feet, he grabbed an ankle in each hand and slowly spread her legs, when they were as far apart as he could get them he moved closer to her. He sat back on his heels looking at her golden pubic hair, he lowered his face to rub his cheek on it, he marveled at the silkiness of it. Giant women didn't feel like this! He ran a dirty hand over it, ran his finger's through it and then sighed. He knew what he was going to do. He placed a hand behind each of her knees and lifted her legs up and out. He found himself gazing at the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen, all pink and golden. He then did a strange thing.........he lowered his head and sniffed her..... very much like an animal might do. "Sweet" he thought, sweetest cunt he'd ever smelled and he smiled at this.
He had heard stories, all giant men had, about a "thing" human women had inside their cunts, it was a barrier of sorts, although what for they couldn't fathom. Letting go of one leg he stuck his thick, grubby index finger into his mouth to moisten it. He then stuck the tip into SaintLoon's pussy. He advanced it slightly and slowly, she was tight he knew that, very tight. He was so intent on what he was doing he forgot to swallow, the accumulated spittle dripped from his chin onto the pelt. His finger was now a little more than half way in when he felt it......the barrier; so it was true after all...........he was already thinking of his next night at the local pub. None of his friends had ever even seen a naked human woman much less ever got to fuck one, and fuck her he would, he knew this now without any doubt. He briefly considered breaking this "barrier" with his finger but something deep, primitive and male inside him wouldn't allow it.
He stood, walked to the table, drank a jug of ale, belched loudly and removed his armor. He was a massive man, even for a giant. His big head was covered with thick, black, shaggy, long hair. He had a full black beard and moustache, thick, bushy, black eyebrows and dark, swarthy skin. The hair of his beard melded into the hair on his chest which narrowed into a "V" just below his belly button only to flair out again and end at his groin in a thick mat. Close to the bottom of this mat of hair arose his "manhood" and it was, in a word, "awesome". It stood a good nine inches tall when aroused like now and about seven inches in girth. It was so engorged with blood it appeared to be almost purple in color, thick veins twined around it like vines. The knobby head was slightly larger than the shaft and wedge-shaped. His ball sac was hugh, his balls as big as large apples; all in all, he had genitals any giant would be proud of. He walked over and stood, looking down at SaintLoon, he had that "you're-about-to-lose-your- barrier, baby" look on his face! He knelt between her legs again. Sitting back on his heels he began to stroke himself absently while thinking of how to proceed; but, thinking was not Nevar's strong suite. So, he spit into the palm of his hand and rubbed it on the head of his cock. He leaned forward and placed the head directly over SaintLoon's cunt. He leaned into her alittle, she moved her arms slightly. As the pressure increased on her small opening she became more agitated. He would have preferred she be awake for this, he wanted her to know who she belonged to. No matter who came after him she would always remember this and know who her master was; but that was not to be and couldn't be helped now. He lifted her legs up and out again, leaning more of his weight onto her opening.......suddenly and without warning the head of his cock entered her, there was an almost audible "pop" when this happened. SaintLoon moaned and began flailing her arms, he leaned forward, putting his weight on his elbows and placed her arms down along her sides. He took her head in his hands and looked at her face, he ran his calloused thumbs over her cheek bones, it was then that he jammed his dick into her, shattering her maidenhead forever. SaintLoon opened her mouth to scream and he covered it with his own, his thick, rough tongue entering her mouth at the same moment his cock filled her sheath. His mouth absorbed her scream and he reveled in it, she was totally and completely filled by him and he intended to keep it that way. As far as he was concerned no other man, be he human or giant, would ever have her.
He held her tight in his arms until she quieted then he began to move his dick in and out at a slow pace; he could feel the warmth of her virgin's blood on his cock...........he grunted and smiled to himself. He liked it! Hot, wet and tight, what more could a man want?? He began picking up speed with his thrusts, grunting and groaning all the while. SaintLoon had retreated deeper into the secret places of her mind to escape his assault. She would never remember this night, never. Nevar raised up, grabbed her by the hips and began to pound into her with all his strength. He continued this until his cum squirted into her in great gouts, thick and creamy, it filled her small sheath and began to dribble out and run down her crack onto the pelts. He gave out a mighty roar and fell forward onto her chest, breathing hard and groaning. He lifted himself up onto his arms and looked at her face again. He wanted to see some indication, no matter how small, that she was aware of what had just happened. He was disappointed, she was in another place and would stay there for awhile.
He pulled out of her and saw her blood, her juices and his cum on his cock and he liked that. He got to his feet, dressed in his armor and was smiling to himself. He had to hunt for two now and he'd better get started. She would eventually need armor and it was expensive. She wouldn't need it right away though, she would stay naked for awhile, a long while. With that thought he took her clothes and stuffed them into the fireplace, she wouldn't be needing them anymore. He threw a couple logs on the fire and covered her with some dirty pelts and ambled out the door.
Nevar hunted all day and well into the evening, he had quite a bit of loot to sell and he was hungry. He went by his favorite pub, sold his treasure, repaired his armor and bought some food and drink. This left him almost broke again; he sighed, he would never get ahead at this rate. He'd wanted to tell his mates of his good luck in getting SaintLoon as ward but no one was about this late in the evening. He then thought it might be better for him to just walk in with her on his arm........or maybe he'd invite his friends over to his house for a jug or two and let SaintLoon serve them. He smiled at that thought, her serving his guests in his house, with all of them knowing he was fucking her whenever he wanted. He got hard with that thought and started home.
SaintLoon was cushioned on a soft bed, all warm and cozy, she smiled to herself..........she was hungry and knew her hot chocolate would be brought soon with warm biscuits fresh from the oven. She stretched out her arm and hit something hard and cold, her brow wrinkled trying to figure this out. She raised her head slightly and felt a stabbing pain shoot through her whole body. She reached up and felt her head, it was stuck to something, something like a fur. She was thirsty and cold. The fire had gone out long ago, so had the candles, the room was lit only by the glowing embers of the dying fire. She fell back onto her back and then discovered why she was so cold...she was nude; laying on a stone floor naked! Nude, cold, thirsty, hungry and hurting ...could it get any worse?? Well, that's one of those questions we shouldn't ask ourselves because just then the front door creaked open.
Nevar walked into the room, shut the door and walked over to where she lay. He saw she was uncovered and he guessed she was cold. He covered her, held a cup of water to her lips and was glad to see her drink. He then fed her some cheese and bread, when she stopped eating he lay her back down on her back and placed some water very near the fireplace. He threw some more logs into fire and then removed his armor. SaintLoon watched him with not alittle fear in her eyes. He stood with his back toward her, in his underwear, drinking ale, belching and occasionally farting. He turned, walked into his bedroom, rummaged through his trunk and found some doublets and hose, old but clean. "These would do", he thought. He reentered the livingroom, got the now warm water and headed for SaintLoon.
He sat down on the floor beside her, he took an old bowl, put it under her head and began to pour the warmed water over her blood-soaked hair and scalp, he emptied the bowl many times before he was satisfied. He raked his fingers through her golden hair to try to untangle it, he used an old doublet to dry it. He'd have to see if he could buy her a comb or a brush although the Gods knew he couldn't afford things like that. He then poured some more warm water into the bowl and wetting another old doublet, he spread her legs, it didn't occur to him to ask her if it was all right to do this.......he rubbed the sticky cum and blood stains from her inner thighs and from her pussy. He raised the cloth to his nose and smelled it. He liked the smell and decided he would put the old doublet back into his trunk after it dried, so he could smell it whenever he wanted. When he finished, he got up, picked the Loon up in his arms and carried her outside, naked. She was shocked at this and tried to run, he caught her of course, told her gruffly to piss and to do it quickly. She turned beet red at the thought of relieving herself in front of him, she asked if he'd turn around, he wouldn't! So she was forced to squat in the bushes like a peasant and pee. When she finished he motioned her back into the house, she went with her teeth chattering and her weak knees trembling.
