Myra walked through the old forest alone. She preferred the solitude of the forest to the squabbling that went on back in the city. She often wished she had been born a fisherman's daughter, rather than the daughter of an elfish princess. She knew most of the other elves her age were jealous of her, both because of her birthly nobility, and because of her outward appearance.
She didn't care what anyone looked like, even though they all cared what she looked like. From her long silver hair, to her stunning facial features, to her overly voluptuous body, men and women alike seemed to constantly be coveting her. She had lain with both men and women, some noble elves like herself, and some simple humans. None of them had yet satisfied her. The only thing that seemed to satisfy her was the woods. And so she walked.
When she came to her favorite pond, she slowly undressed, carefully placing her fine silken gown on a rock nearby. Once she was naked, she waded into the water, enjoying the feel of the cool water on her soft skin. She floated on her back, with her large breasts sticking high up out of the water, not caring about her long silver hair getting wet. She knew she would get a scolding for it when she returned home, but she no longer cared. She was scolded daily, for one thing or another.
Myra had her eyes closed, and was enjoying the calmness of the water, and the sweet sound of trees rustling, when she all of a sudden heard a twig snap, and then another. She moved so that she was no longer floating on her back, and looked around. For a moment all she could see was trees and rocks and bushes. But then a creature emerged from the brush. First she saw a big dark paw, and then another. A huge panther plodded out of the bushes, staring at her hungrily.
She looked around for a way to escape the beast, but knew that it would catch her no matter where she tried to run. She had always known the forest held dangerous creatures, but until now she hadn't had to confront them. Now she felt afraid. The woods had turned on her. She knew that the beast wanted to eat her, and she didn't know how to prevent that from happening. The beast carefully perched itself on its hind quarters, getting ready to leap in the water to get her. Myra prepared herself for what was about to happen, when she heard a loud roar from behind her.
She turned around, and saw a big shape running around the pond, towards the panther. It was hard to tell what this new creature was as it ran, but it looked like a man, only much bigger. The panther turned from Myra, and darted at the newcomer. The cat leapt, and the giant caught it, and wrestled it to the ground. Myra watched in astonishment as the huge man beat the cat with both fists. The cat howled and hissed, and when the giant finally let it go, it fled into the forest, wanting no more part of the thing that had beaten it.
The large man slowly turned, and faced Myra. As he stood there, looking down at his feet sheepishly, she realized that this was an ogre. The elves told stories about the ogres; about how awful and mean they were, but this one looked kind to Myra, and he had definitely saved her life.
"Hello," Myra said, trying to sound calm and friendly, even though her heart was still racing. "My name is Myra, do you have a name?"
"I Gorgon," the ogre said in a rough deep voice that was a bit hard for Myra to understand.
"Hello Gorgon, thank you for saving me," Myra said with a warm smile, "you were most brave."
"Mean cat want to eat pretty lady," Gorgon said, still not looking at Myra, "Gorgon like to watch pretty lady. Gorgon make mean cat leave pretty lady alone."
"Yes you did," Myra agreed, finding this large ogre fascinating. "Have you been watching me for a long time Gorgon?" The ogre blushed an even deeper red than he already was, and Myra let out a girlish giggle.
"Gorgon like when pretty lady swim in pond," Gorgon said. Myra took a moment to take in Gorgon's appearance. He was much taller than most men, probably close to nine feet tall, more than three feet taller than she was. He had what the other elves would call an ugly face; rough features, a crooked nose, bent yellow teeth, beady little eyes that looked too small for his large face. Below that he had a massive barrel chest. She could see his large muscles despite his enormous size. He was only wearing a small brown loincloth, which was not uncommon, especially for an ogre.
And then Myra looked below the cloth. Her eyes went wide as she saw it. She didn't know how she hadn't seen it before. Hanging several inches below the cloth was a massive soft cock. Myra had never seen an ogre's cock before, only elves and men. As she stared at it, she guessed it must be a foot long, and not even hard yet.
