A Giant's Warmth a Noble's Heat

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

It's been a harsh couple of weeks. He just barely managed to make half of what he usually does this week. He could think of nothing but his financial issues as he packed up his caravan.

He didn't really need the money. But with the state of Rem's economy right now... his family needed all the help they could get. Half giants spend a lot more money on necessities than most species- especially if they live in the city.

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

He had just managed to calm down a little when the horses stopped suddenly and neighed in alarm. He quickly got off the driver's seat to see what was going on.

Two wulves were hunched over something on the side of the road and snarling at it. He took a few steps closer, careful not to make any loud, sudden movements. In a few moments, he 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 Ralk moved in to chase them off.

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

Ralk didn't want to hurt them, so he thought he'd try something to get their attention off the man. He grabbed some dried beef out of his satchel and tossed it over. The wulves descended on it like the scavengers they are.

Ralk slowly made his way towards the man while they were distracted, gently picked him up, and carried him towards the carriage. Ralk set the man gently down in the driver's seat next to him. The horses took off before Ralk even said to, causing his unplanned passenger's head to fall into his 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.

Daven woke up in an unfamiliar bed. As soon as he tried to get up to look around, he felt his body protesting. His limbs felt like he'd been running till muscles were raw. He probably did.

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

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

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

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

Daven wanted to ask if he could be a bit more specific, but he was a little preoccupied thinking about how Ralk was at least twice his size. "I mean I'm not exactly on the tall side, but still," he thought to himself.

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

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

Ralk laughed, and it was a deep, booming one as Daven had expected. But there was this feeling of... playfulness to it?

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

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

Daven was happy that this... gentle giant was the one that had found him and not some parasitic noble.

Later that night, Daven felt well enough to speak properly again. He told Ralk his name, that he lived in the royal capital and was ambushed by bandits on his way there. Despite the fact he was quite sure it was an assassination attempt, and not a random robbery.

Hearing Daven's story got Ralk thinking. He might have to visit his family instead of them coming over considering how dangerous the roads to the city seem to be.

The bandits didn't explain how Daven had gotten multiple cuts, burns, bruises, and probably a few broken bones. But Ralk decided not to pry. They barely knew each other after all.

Although listening to Daven's voice as he spoke, Ralk felt like he'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 Ralk had ever seen. The contrast against his pearly skin made them more vibrant and piercing. Like he was peering right into Ralk's soul.

The next few weeks went by slowly. But they were pleasant. Ralk started every morning by cleaning Daven up with a washcloth and rubbing down most of his body with his own special blend of oils and herbs.

It took a lot of willpower for Daven to keep his body under control. Trying to keep himself from getting an erection was honestly something he wasn't used to. So while he looked forward to these messages, they felt like torture.

Snow had already begun to fall when Daven's body was fully functional again. On this day, Ralk did not go out to sell his wares because of the waist-deep snow. Daven decided today was the day he'd make his move. His heart and body were in agreement on what they wanted.

Daven crept silently into the kitchen and stood a few inches away from Ralk, who 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 mesmerising to Daven.

Daven waited until it looked like Ralk was done, then hugged him from behind. Ralk flinched a little in surprise, but wasn't scared.

"Do you want me to turn up the heat?" Ralk said playfully followed by soft laughter.

"No," Daven 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. He was rather overwhelmed by how sexy Daven was right now.

"Wh-what do you mean by that?"

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

Silence.

Daven was getting harder by the second, and slightly pushed his crotch against Ralk's, body hoping he would feel it. Ralk definitely felt it.

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

Daven moved around to face Ralk and brought his bearded face down to his level.

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

After that, Daven let his body do the talking.

He sat Ralk on a chair and straddled him. Their eyes almost level with each other. Then he kissed him.

Ralk felt like his mouth was being attacked. Daven's lips were soft, but his tongue was brutal. And Ralk loved it. At some point, Daven started biting into Ralk's lips, and Ralk whimpered. He was embarrassed by the sound, unsure of how long it had been since he'd done that.

Then Daven did something that made Ralk's cock harder than it already was. He got up and lifted Ralk off the chair. Ralk was surprised. He thought Daven was human, but he was clearly mistaken. It takes more than human strength to lift someone as large as him.

Daven slipped one hand down Ralks underwear, and two wet fingers traced around Ralk's hole as Daven began his oral attack again. Ralk was moaning into Daven's mouth now. Soon Daven's fingers were inside Ralk, making him squirm. Ralk was feeling things he had never felt before.

Then confidently, with his fingers still inside Ralk, and their lips still locked, Daven walked towards the bedroom and dropped Ralk on the bed.

"On all fours. Now."

Ralk generally didn't like being bossed around, but this felt... different. So he didn't waste a second following Daven's orders. His face was towards the headboard, and his ass was up in the air facing Daven. He couldn't see what Daven was going to do, and that made him even more excited.

He felt Daven's hand caress his ass, slowly. A warm tingling sensation seemed to spread out from Daven's fingers. A few moments later, Ralk realized his pants had been gently burned off. The strength was starting to make sense to him now.

After Daven burned away any obstacles, he reached around for Ralk's cock. It was rock-hard and soaking wet. He'd heard the rumours about giants' precum, but he didn't think they were true. He was glad he was wrong.

Daven moved his hand slowly up and down Ralk's shaft, trying to get as much pre-cum on his hand as he could. Then he used it to lube up Ralk's hole. Slowly working his fingers in. He used his other hand to keep stroking Ralk's cock.

Ralk was just about ready to cum from the feel of Daven's wonderful strokes and skillful fingering when he let go.

Ralk's hole was twitching in desperate anticipation. He considered grabbing Daven and just shoving it in himself, but then Daven made his move. Slowly, he pushed himself into Ralk. Each inch intensified the warm, almost burning sensation Ralk felt throughout his body.

And then it was all in. Ralk could feel Daven's hard body against his ass. Daven's cock throbbed inside him, feeling very different from what he was used to. It felt like he could feel Daven's every breath. Like we were connected. Maybe it was magic. Whatever it was felt wonderful.

Then slowly, Daven 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 Ralk feel. Full. Satisfied. Ecstatic. It was perfect.

"He wasn't kidding when he said he hadn't had sex in a while," Daven thought. Ralk was tight. And much warmer than the average person. But that might have just been because he wasn't human. Either way Daven wanted to feel all of him.

Daven quickened his pace and laid himself against Ralk's back. They both moaned like animals in heat. Daven gripped Ralk's pecs to steady himself. His nipples were soft and large and very clearly hard. So of course, I played with them.

That made Ralk clench his muscles. The sudden tightness was what sent Daven over the edge. He came. It felt better than any orgasm he'd ever had. Maybe it was the fact that Ralk's ass was squeezed so tight, he couldn't even pull out. Daven stood there, legs shaking as Ralk squeezed out every drop of cum.

It felt wonderful. But it wasn't enough for Ralk. He craved to feel Daven inside of him again as soon as he reluctantly let him pull out. He didn't want to stop.

"That was amazing," Daven panted. He looked like a god with his sweat-gilded body. The sight did not help calm Ralk down. He needed more. He grabbed Daven and threw him onto the bed.

Daven was shocked but didn't seem averse to what was happening. His cock was already getting hard again.

Ralk straddled him and slowly eased Daven's cock into his ass until he was practically sitting on Daven's pelvis. He had never felt something so deep inside him before. He went into a frenzy and started to move on his own. Each time he went down, it felt like waves of ecstasy came over his entire body. It was just too good.

Watching Ralk's pecs bounce up and down while he rode his cock sent Daven into a frenzy as well. He was just about ready to cum again. He grabbed Ralk's large, soft, hairy ass and thrust while he rode, meeting Ralk in the middle.

They were both moaning very loudly now. And the pleasure in Ralk's stormy grey eyes was obvious as Daven stared into them. He was close.

Daven slowed down a little just to tease, and Ralk squirmed. Again, his ass muscles were something else. Daven came just as Ralk pushed himself down on his cock.

Daven reached for Ralk's nipples as he came, finally pushing Ralk over the edge as well. Ralk's cum was everywhere. It was all over him. All over Daven too. He slowly got up and laid down on the bed next to Daven.

Daven wrapped his arms around Ralk and nestled his face in his chest. "I think I'm in love," Daven whispered.

Ralk didn't know what to say.

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