Smack him where it counts

The ogre moves toward the screaming girl, a distraction that allows you to get in position and swing the tree limb like a baseball bat at his most **** asset. As the wood connects with the monster's junk, your own cock, still outside your tights, wilts, and you wince. The ogre shrieks like a girl, which you wouldn't think would be a sound that his huge chest could make. He falls to his knees in pain, and you reverse your swing to hit him in the back of the head. This time the grunt is much more guttural and masculine, as the ugly thing closes its eyes and topples face first into the mud.

You tuck yourself back in your tights, grab Cinderella's clothing, the food, Cinderella, and hurry through the woods. Cinderella clings to you, whimpering and sobbing. You stop to catch your breath. "You saved me again. You really are my hero!" She plants a wet kiss on your cheek and seeks to draw your shaft out of your pants, rubbing it sensuously. "Let me reward you for your bravery." She urgently kisses you.