The Lady Selia

The knife clattered to the floor, the child slipped away and ran to the arms of its mother.

The woman stared at Durga in shock. “Whoa re you?” she demanded haughtily.

Durga turned to the **** woman, still clutching her child tightly. “”Best leave,” he said. “Find a place to hide.”

The woman nodded and scuttled out, leaving the two of them alone. The lady clenched her hands into fists, clearly unused to being ignored. “I asked you a question!”

Durga turned back, and she shrank away a bit, as he towered over her. Though tall, her head barely came to his chest. “You are the owner of this...place?” he growled.

“I am.” The woman, despite being shorter, looked down her nose at the barbarian. “I am the Lady Selia Aruna. This is my house, and that was my property you drove away!”

“And those people you impaled out front?”

“My property also.” She sneered, further marring her beauty. “They failed to show proper respect to their mistress.”

Durga found all this very strange. Here was a lady facing a strange man with a very big and bloodstained sword, talking to him as if he were the lowest scum. Gripping his sword, he said, “You should show respect, considering your position.”

The woman laughed cruelly, viciousness plain in her eyes. “I am the descendant of kings! The likes of you are barely fit to lick the dust from my shoes!” She looked at him, taking in his size. “I wish I’d had you in chains. I could have sold you to a traveling freak show, aye and made a pretty profit in the bargain!”

Durga growled and came forward, his vision turning red again. Selia laughed, and as he approached yanked out a knife from a pocket and stabbed him in the stomach. Durga cursed, stumbling away, ripping the blade out of her hands. He grasped it and yanked it free, blood dribbling out. For a moment his vision swam, and then cleared. The pain, while great, was bearable. He straightened, and looked at the blade, a slim stiletto smeared red. Any other man would be dead. But for him it was merely a flesh wound, although it hurt like hell.

Dropping the knife he turned, grabbed the woman by the hair and hurled her to the ground. She shrieked, and slid across the floor, bumping up against the wall. Selia looked up and saw the warrior approaching her, and for the first time noted just how much blood was staining his massive sword. Fear gripped her, and for the first time in her life she realized that might have gone too far. “Wait,” she said, scrambling to her feet, one hand out. “We...we can make a deal. I have gold, jewels, slaves... they can be yours.....”

Durga laughed scornfully. “Oh, they are mine, no matter what. Nothing you can do to stop that. But seeing as how you tried to gut me, I think you’ll have to give something more. There’s something else I want, something I haven’t had in a long time.”

It took Selia a moment to realize what he was saying. Then her eyes widened in shock. No one made that kind of demand of her. No one! “You...you can’t be.....”

The sword point ground into the floor, silencing her. “On your knees, bitch!”

Selia, her face pale with fear, did as he order, slowly kneeling down. Durga grinned, and leaned the sword against the wall, keeping it within easy reach. One hand went to the laces of his breeches and undid them. His massive penis flopped out, already six inches long in its soft state. Sela stared at the massive member, it was almost as thick as her arm. For a moment she sat there, shocked, until Durgas had gripped her hair. “Pleasure it!”

Sela reached out, and gripped the massive member in her small white hands. She felt the thing jump in her fingers as she stared in wonder. Even as she lowered her head she could see the shaft filling with blood, stiffening under her fingers. She opened her mouth and slipped the ram-like head in, bathing it with her tongue. She had taken many lover over the years, male and female slaves trained in the arts of erotic pleasure, as well as some among the higher nobility whom she had sought alliance with. Over the years she had gained a reputation for skill with the erotic arts. Now, despite the circumstances, those skills came to the fore, as she realized they might be the sole thing that saved her.

Durga grinned. This was what he had been waiting for. He felt her teeth scrape across the sensitive head and shudder in delight. Gently he pulled her head forward, sliding more of its length into her mouth, even as her cock reached its full thirteen inch length.

Selia gagged as the head reached the back of her throat. The barbarians manhood was enormous! It was like stallion on two legs, standing before her. Her jaw already ached from her holding it open so wide. She slurped, sucking hard, her long lashing all along the length. She could barely fit the very front of it into her mouth, barely four inches, her head bobbing back and forth. Her nose scraped along the top side of the cock, inhaling its strong musky odor.

Something curious was happening as well. She was frightened, certainly outraged, but she felt something else...arousal, lust, a sexual hunger that arose deep in her being and grew stronger by the second. She felt a soft wetness in her cunt that shouldn’t be there, felt her nipples harden, her breasts flush. She was in list, she realized with a shock, she wanted this thing, this savage to fuck her hard, to ravage her, to impale her on the massive prick she was bathing with her tongue.

What she didn’t know, what she couldn’t have known, was that here Durga giantish heritage was coming into play. Giants were solitary creatures for the most part, often living for years alone in the wilderness, away from others of their kind. So on the occasions when male and female giant did meet, nature had devised a way to make sure that procreation took place in the most direct and effective way possible. When aroused, male giants gave out a strong musk that drove the females into a sexual frenzy. When giants mated, it often could last for days, ending only when both participants finally passed out from exhaustion. The male musk, it should be noted, affected all females, whatever their race. Giant, human, elf, all would feel its effects. And Durga, had inherited this ability from his giantish forbears. And being around females far more than his giant ancestors, he had often found opportunity to use it, gaining a reputation as a phenomenal lover with seemingly endless stamina.

Now it was affecting the Lady Sela. Without realizing it, her hand snaked down to the wet patch between her legs, her fingers pushing into her wet pussy, frigging herself quickly, her hips grinding against her hand. Her mouth bobbed more quickly, suck hard, yearning for that salty nectar that was sure to flood out.....

Durga groaned, and Selia coughed as her mouth suddenly filled with hot, sticky semen. He throat worked as she tried to swallow it, one hand cupping his testicles, the sack overflowing out from her fingers. Cum dribbled from the corner of her mouth and down her chin, and as the last spurt went on she fell back licking her lips and shuddering as an orgasm of her own. Eye eyes, filled with lust, opened, and saw with surprise that Durgas cock was still stiff. In fact it seemed to grow even larger, drops of cum still apparent on the tip.

“Wha,...how....”

Durga grinned. “Bitch, we’ve only just started.”

He grabbed her and hauled her up to her feet., One hand gripped the front of her dress and with one yank ripped it away. Her breasts rippled free, the soft, round globes bouncing invitingly before him. He noticed that her cunny was shaved and glistening with her jousced. Grabbing her by the arms he lifted her up and carrying Selia over to a table, dropping her down on her rear, the woman squawking indignantly as she did. He pushed her back, one hand reaching down to her cunt, two massive finger slipping on, the thumb pinching her clitty and causing her to groan. He mouth went to a tit, and sucked in the nipple, worrying between the teeth.

Selia moaned, one hand gripping the table, the other grabbing the other breast the kneading the firm flesh. Durga knew the signs well, and took care to bring her to the brink, and then pull away, fueling her lust even further. The last traces of arrogance and fear vanished from her mind, leaving behind only the roaring, furnace heat lust that demanded, begged to be quenched. The musk filled her nostrils, her lungs, the hot, salty taste in her mouth only adding to the fire. She needed to be fucked, her hips grinding against his hand, whichj oulled away slightly, causing her to groan in frustration.

Then Durga pulled away, and she moaned, “No.....” But he moved between her legs, pushing them apart, placing the massive, glistening head of his penis against her cunny lips.

Selia felt a moment of hear. He was too big, surely he would split her in two. She groaned as the head pushed in, like a battering ran, stretching her pussy lips, stretching the walls of her womb. Durga grinned at her tightness, even as his cock tingled at the sensation of her cunt sliding along the shaft as it pushed in. He pushed harder, ramming in brutally, filling her love canal. He was surprised at how much of him he could take in. Nine inches, by the look of it, most women managed only six or seven at most.

Selia moaned again, hands gripping the table, as he slowly pulled back, until only the head was still in her. Then, he slamming back into her body., her breasts juggling with the impact. Selia shrieked at the **** of his thrust, shrieked again as her cunt spasmed, griping him eve more tightly, the shaft wet with her sweet hot juices.

And then Durga began to fuck her in earnest, pulling back and slamming into her , one thrust, two, moving faster until the cock was a blur. He rammed her hard and fierce, gripping those breasts, tweaking the nipples between them, hearing her gasp and scream as another massive orgasm shudder through her.

“Tell me to fuck you, bitch!” he rasped, pulling back again. “Tell....” He slammed into her, “me....” he thrust hard....”to.....” Selia shrieked as he pounded her pussy “fuck.....” He lifted her several inches off the table this time “YOU!!!” And with the final word came another orgasm, the most powerful yet.

“OH GODS!!!!!” She contorted, her eyes squeezed shit, her grip gripping him lik a fist. Her back twisted and she rose off the table for a moment, hair spilling back before falling back down. “YESSS!!” she screamed as he pounded into her again, and again. “FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK YOUR FUCK SLUT, FUCK YOUR WHORE! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!”

The orgasm rose even higher, and she screamed one last time, her eyes open and staring into someplace she had never seen. Her hands gripped the table so hard that the wiid splinter beneath her. One final spasm, greater than any that she falt felt in her lie, wracked her body. A powerful, irresistible wave of orgasmic pleasure rushed through her, eroding what little control she had left. She moaned, mouth open. And then darkness came rushing up as her battered, exhausted body could take no more, and she slumped down, spiraling into unconsciousness. The last thing she saw was Durga pulling out his wet glistening cock. He gripping it in one massive hand and jerked it once, twice, his seed shooting forth, spraying across her face and body in massive, hot gobs.

Durga looked down at Selia for a long moment, his cock slowly softening. He could go on, but there would be no point, she wouldn’t be awake to feel it. He looked at her flushed face, her sweaty body, great drips of his cum sliding down her face, breasts, torso, and hips, almost as if he had branded her. For a moment he felt some tenderness towards the woman. Then he remembered the dead slaves impaled in the courtyard out front, and his face hardened.

He went around and grabbed some of her hair, and wiped his cock clean with it. The he lifted Selia up and carried her to a nearby pillar, laying her down in front of it, he collected her torn dress, and twisted it into a makeshift rope. He then tied both her hands to the pillar, looping the strong cloth around the stone, and tied it firmly around her wrists. He stood up and grinned. A reckoning, was coming, he knew. The city swarmed with mercenaries, and doubtless some of them would find their way in here. Lady Selia’s night, he figured, was only just beginning.

He pulled his breeches back on and took up his sword again. At the end of the hall was a set of stairs, while next to it was a door that led further into the house. He wondered which way he should go.