Someone interrupts you

Before you can answer one of the other troops, a big man with a scarred face says, “The big freak is not going to get a turn with the wench until I have had my way with her, maybe a couple of times. This girl is too fine for a big freak-of-nature like him to fuck.”

The man’s name is Byron, and you have had trouble with him before. Most of the other humans in the army were too scarred of your size and power to give you any crap, at least to your face, but Byron was big enough and brave enough to give it a try. You know that he hates you for no reason than you are one of the few men who he can’t bully.

You give him a big smile and say in a unctuous voice, “Perhaps you are afraid once she has a man of shall we say, my size, it will be too loose for a man of shall we say your smaller size.”

It takes a while for what you said to sink into the thick skull of Byron but after a few seconds you can see his lip curl and his hand goes to the long sword at his belt. Then quicker than almost any eye can see there is the sound of your massive axe gliding through the air and Byron’s head is rolling around in the dust, the spurting headless body falls to its lifeless knees and then to the ground.

The rest of your fellow soldiers move away from you in fear as you step up to the girl. She is even more pretty close up, and the sight of her swelling breasts makes your head swim with desire. You lean close to her ear and say, “I give you a choice woman, you can let me have my way with you until I am done with you, or you can let this pack have its way with you. If you choose me I will let no other man touch you. Deicide now you only have a few seconds.”

The girl’s face is a mask of fear and loathing as she looks upon you. Then she says…