Like all good standoffs, with a DP.

"The Itherian is my captive. What do I have to gain, letting him go?" Hjordis asks.

"I saw what you were using your 'captive' for." Donald smirks. "It must be hard for you, finding a man that measures up. Provides you the satisfaction you require. You agree to my terms, well, we'll see what we can do." The crown prince finishes his proposition by grabbing at his crotch.

You're stunned. And yet, from what you know of Donald, not entirely surprised.

"A Beathan and a southerner." the Jarl scoffs. "Even combined, I'm not sure you're up to the task."

"I think we're more than capable of it." Donald tells her. "In confidence, you wouldn't be the first woman Edward and I've doubled up on. Merely the... biggest."

"You must think me addled." Hjordis laughs.

"Addled no, sexually frustrated, definitely." Donald counters. "If you need more, how about this? If we fail to finish you, I'll join King Edward in captivity."

That, it seems, does seem to sway the Deanian. She withdraws her foot from your chest.

"On your honour?" She asks.

"On my honour." Donald responds, dropping his axe.

Hjordis moves back, letting you stand. You rise to your feet, unable to believe this is actually happening. Donald regards your already erect prick, and takes out his own, moving towards Hjordis, stroking himself.

"What are you waiting for, giantess?" He asks playfully. "Get bent over."

"Make me, little man." Hjordis shoots back. Despite her tough words, you do notice her regarding Donald's cock with some interest. If you 'weren't bad' for a human, you imagined Donald would be rather satisfactory.

Summoning his confidence, Donald actually makes good on the Deanian's challenge. Reaching up, he plants a hand on the small of her back, stooping her over. Once she bends ever so slightly at the knee, he's able to get behind her, grabbing her great, pale arse, and poising himself above it, his cock ready to impale her proud, half-giant shithole.

"Care to join us, Edward?" Donald laughs, beckoning for you. Your freedom on the line, you're not about to refuse. Plus, you had to admit, after having such a close-up view of Hjordis' anatomy **** on you, your cock has been calling out for it somewhat.

Venturing over towards Donald and Hjordis, you reach up, steadying yourself on Donald (you imagine he won't mind the imposition at all) and bring your cock to Hjordis' eager slit.

"Here we go." Donald grins. "You'd best keep to your word, giantess."

"I will." the jarl reassures him. "If you are capable of backing up yours."

With nothing left to say, Donald simply eases himself inside the Deanian's arse. You follow suit, entering her cunt.

It feels just as good as you'd hoped. Despite everything that's happened to your, your near **** experience, your captivity, you can't help but appreciate the sensation of being inside Hjordis' half-giant cunny. Her particular subset of humanity was rare everywhere, but in Itheria, half-giants were almost unheard of.

You'd always found tall women interesting. Natural, perhaps, growing up with a powerful, domineering mother. And you'd bedded women who stood higher than you before. A woman taller than virtually any man, though? This was a novelty.

The sheer strangeness of it excites you even more, and your thrusts into Hjordis increase in pace. The jarl responds, bucking her hips back at you and Donald. Bringing Hjordis to orgasm would be a tall order, but it seemed, at the very least, she was playing fair.

"Steady, Edward." Donald warns you, without deviating from his own rhythmic pistons into Hjordis' arse. "It's a long trek, not a gallop."

Heeding the prince's words, you slow up, trying every trick you know to increase your staying power.

Donald is clearly enjoying himself, fucking away at the enemy noble with little abandon. You watch him, gripping Hjordis' thighs like she belongs to him, fucking her arse like a man possessed. You can't help but admire the Beathan's broad shoulders, his muscular frame. Your eyes drift down to his arse. You idly imagine pulling out of Hjordis and impaling him. If he was half as good a lay as he was a cocksucker, Gods...

You shake your head, focusing back on the task, and the pussy, at hand. You do your best to please the Jarl, somehow she's still an imposing figure when she's bent over. You thrust away at her in concert with Donald, giving her everything you have, only relenting and slowing your pace a little when you feel yourself growing close to a climax of your own. Hjordis for her part, was not unreceptive to your efforts, moaning and pleading for more.