The half-giantess sits on your face.

Hjordis is quite unlike any woman you've seen before, in sheer scale if nothing else. Even without a single piece of armour, or any clothing whatsoever, the Jarl's body projects strength. No doubt even the hardy northern raider folk have trouble keeping up with a specimen like her in bed.

Looming over you, the nude half-giantess plants a foot either side of your head, then brings her body down.

As Hjordis lowers her twat onto your head, you decide to make the best of a bad situation. Your fate is uncertain. The fact that a woman who could tear your body limb from limb with little difficulty is currently riding your face is not.

"Worship me, Edward!" Hjordis snarls the demand, and you decide to obey, readily. You extend your tongue, lapping up at the fearsome brunette's honeypot as eagerly as you would any woman, be that Jana, Kara, even your mother.

"Faster, you pathetic excuse for a king!" Hjordis demands, seizing your short dark hair, using it just as you've done to many a wench in your time. "I can barely feel your tongue!"

You redouble your efforts, teasing the giantess' cunt as adeptly as you are able, doing all you can to pleasure your captor, until your jaw begins to ache from your exertion.

"Better! Perhaps hauling you back to Dean alive will be worth it!" Hjordis declares, a slight nasal whine creeping into her usually deep and dark voice, an early indicator of her pleasure.

Hjordis occupies almost your entire field of vision. Her lips against your mouth, her toned, warrior's stomach above, free from markings, in contrast to most the Beathan warrior women. If you crane your vision up, you can just about make out her face, moaning, smirking at what an obedient **** she's reduced you to.

Hjordis' breathing, her little moans of delight and pleasure grow more animated. She grips your hair tighter, grinds you against her sex faster. You are wary of the pale, developed thighs on either side of you. You idly imagine should the fancy take her, or should she lose all control of her body, there'd be enough strength in the lower half of her body for her to crush your head between them. You continue your ministrations, and offer a silent prayer that you either don't pleasure the giantess too excessively, or she's able to maintain some semblance of control as she climaxes.

"Fuck the ransom!" Hjordis screams, writhing her entire body atop. "You're a keeper. I'm going to take you home, brand you, make you my property!"

You take air in sharply through your nose, glad you're at least able to breathe like that. Hjordis clearly was not too concerned about letting you come up for a quick gasp. You inhale, the fragrance of the reaver's womanliness overpowering. As much as you could enjoy some time with Hjordis, you had no intention of becoming her ****.