The Giant

The rumbling voice draws your attention, though you can't stop working yourself over. A massive male figure appears, pulling your tent aside like it were a toy. For a moment, your added wits make you wonder if the hunter has returned to finish what he started? But right away the smell is different, the voice too - deep, gravelly and cold like stone.

"A meaty young morsel," the giant leers, his tongue lolling out to lick thin lips. It inhales deeply, nostrils flaring, then takes a couple more deep sniffs, lumbering down to crouch over you. Panic sets in as its enormous tongue slathers the side of your face. "Ripe," he laughs, "and ready!" Pulling your hands away from you, you whine and twitch with unsated need. Thrown over the giant's shoulder, he carries you off into the cave, coming dangerously close to scraping you into the walls more than once.

It's own den, deep in the cave, is strewn with litter and bones. It's an eery echo of the hunter's campsite as you saw it outside, massive furs from bears deeper in the mountains thrown around casually, teeth-marked bones littering the area. A large cookpot bubbles, the smells unidentifiable but compelling.

"Just needs more tenderizing!" the giant leers, grabbing your naked body and rubbing you against its hardness. Gods only know how long he was hearing your futile attempts to meet your own needs, how long he watched you while you couldn't think.

He's already hard, and already pressing himself into you, treating you like an extension of his gnarled hands. You cry out, your voice ringing through the cave as he rams himself into you all the way down to his pendulous sagging balls. But the ache inside you left by the hunter starts to sing while the giant starts to slam you up and down its length. Holding your wrists to the corresponding ankles, the giant keeps you spread wide open as he spears you, laughing and drooling down onto your smooth, muscled body while you gasp and moan like a tavern whore. Quivering around his cock, your body squeezes and milks it for everything it has. He's not gentle, he's not warm, but he's driving you wild just the same.

"Yeesssssss," the giant hisses as it holds you down tightly, practically grinding you into his hips while he unleashes a torrent of hot, pungent seed into your bowels. As soon as the hot liquid splashes your inner walls, lightning bolts flare through your brain as your own nuts churn. At long last, you spew rope after rope of cum while you scream in joy and agony through your release.

The giant laughs, tossing you onto a heap of fur and junk near the cookpot. He throws another log on the fire and ambles off to look for... something, you can't tell through his mumbling.