A showy reward for one of his men.

The front door opened again, and a stooped figure stepped through. When he stood up to his full height again, Shairi realised he was almost nine-feet tall, a vast, muscular brute. It was fortunate that the brothel’s main room was two stories tall.

“Some of you may know Traagan,” Andar continued, waving at the newcomer. “One of my best men when it comes to breaking heads. Now, what most of you don’t know is the reason Traagan is such a big bugger. Fact is, Traagan’s mother was a cloud giant. And his father… well, I guess he just had a things for big women!”

The thieves all laughed. “Thing is,” Andar carried on, “you know my promise to all my men. All the bitches they want!” A cheer went up. “Yeah, that’s my oath to you! None of my boys are ever going to lack for a nice warm whore to dip their wick in! Now, Traagan here deserves all the pussy he could want. Unfortunately there’s a problem. Show them, Traagan!”

The half-giant stepped into the centre of the room and, with a faint air of showmanship, dropped his pants. Shairi gasped, and she wasn’t the only one. A chorus of appreciative, jealous swearing rose from the men. The cock that was revealed was only half-erect, but it was already as long and thick as Shairi’s forearm.

Aragar laughed at everyone’s reaction. “Now, Traagan here may seem a lucky guy, but that pole of his is a bit much for any little girls to handle. And as far as he’s concerned, they’re ALL little girls! So far he hasn’t found a bitch he can spear without breaking her cunny – not that that’s stopped him trying!”

There was more laughter at that. “Anyway, I’m musing out loud about how best to reward Traagan, when my slut Imagel looked up from sucking my cock and said she could take him. Now, I was a bit sceptical. Imagel’s cunt is tight as a vice – as a lot of you arseholes know!”

There were more cheers at that, and a number of sexually degrading comments were shouted Imagel’s way, which she accepted with a pretty smile.

“But, you know, Imagel’s also really flexible. I’ve seen her take a deep fisting and be back to being lovely and tight by the time I’d finished fucking the girl who was doing it to her. If anyone can cope with that cock this big, she can. And I decided it was a shame to keep such a sight to myself, so I thought I’d share it with you guys. After all, we all know how Imagel loves an audience.” More laughter and cheering.

The half-giant stood in the centre of the room. Imagel walked up to him with an eager spring in her step. Normally she’d kneel, but he was tall enough that she could simply stand in front of him and grasp his rock-hard cock in her delicate hands, skilfully teasing its length. She leaned down and tried to take it into her mouth, but it was clearly too thick for that, so she contented herself with licking round its head.

She pulled down her top. There was another cheer, although Shairi didn’t know why – after all, her breasts had been pretty much plain to see beforehand. Imagel began to rub the huge cock between her newly bared tits.

“The boss is so good to us,” Shairi heard one of the thugs grunt. “If I had a fine bitch like Imagel, I wouldn’t share her around the way he does.”

“Yeah,” another replied, “but remember what a slut Imagel is. I doubt even the boss could stop her from spreading her legs to anyone in reach when she gets horny. And if he did he’d probably kill himself trying to keep her satisfied!” They all laughed at that.