She's a slaver.

"W-what- what do you want?" You ask, having some difficulty speaking due to the discomfort and pain you're experiencing.

"I was down here to scout the northern bounds of Coinneach's lands." the half-giantess informs you. "Perhaps as sport, take a few of his subjects as my chattel. But you, my lord, are a far richer prize."

"You're out alone, in enemy territory?" you ask. Hjordis laughs.

"Clearly I am not the one in need of protection." she smiles, casting her arms around the cave. "Tell me, little King, do your lords like you? Will they pay me for your safe return, or simply squabble over your crown as I press you into my service?"

At present, you weren't entirely sure. You'd like to think your mother would see you successfully ransomed, but she was often as mercurial as her horns and tail would suggest.

"Ah, but you're a scrawny little thing. Infirm. I'd heard as much. But then, I'd also heard those rumours were Morlandian slander." the Jarl comments, one massive hand exploring your body, appraising you like livestock.

"I'm not sure how long you would last, digging in a Deanian mine, ploughing one of our fields. I'd give you a week before you dropped down dead, and I think that's being generous!" Hjordis laughs in your face.

"Nevermind, perhaps you could be a household ****. Hold my alehorn, service my pussy." Hjordis smiles. Her mind taking a more sexual turn, she removes her gloves and reaches into your breeches, pulling out your prick.

Despite being the captive of a woman who could snap you like a twig should she desire it, you can't stop yourself from becoming more and more aroused as she plays with you.

"Not bad... for a pureblood southerner." the Jarl remarks. You have to laugh. The two of you are exactly as inhuman, after all.

"Maybe you'd enjoy serving me." Hjordis muses as she teases your prick harder and harder. "I imagine you'd make a better **** than a king, little lord."

You bite your lip, grunting, almost unable to believe how much your body is responding the half-giant's handjob.

"Just let yourself enjoy this, Edward." Hjordis says, her voice as darkly compelling as her hand. "Give in, accept me, and-"

It all proves too much for you. You shoot your load into the jarl's hand, half spraying past her and landing on the cave floor, other spurts striking the half-giants thighs.

"Good, good." Hjordis smiles. Clearly, she enjoys the power, and the ease with which she can dominate a man like you. "We're going to have plenty of time to play like this, Edward. You'll be a fine emblem of my standing. I know of no other Jarl who owns their own King."

As Hjordis talks, threatens you with a life in her servitude, you can't help but grow aroused once again. The half-giant is quick to notice, her blue eyes flicking down.

"Perhaps we're not done yet..." she muses, before cutting you down. She catches you, lowering you onto your back besides the fire as if you were no heavier than a child.

"Here's the deal." Hjordis says imperiously, as she reaches for a knife at her belt and cuts the rope around your wrists. "You try to flee, this is over. You try anything else." she slams her knife back into its sheath. "I'll beat you until you can't stand, let alone fuck."

The half-giant begins removing her armour. You hadn't worn a link of the stuff for anything more than ceremonial purposes. You imagined should you try Hjordis's on, you'd collapse from the sheer weight.

"I didn't hear you!" Hjordis yells, pitching a bare foot into your side in a light kick that nevertheless knocks the wind from your lungs. "Agree to my terms, cripple! Yes, Jarl Hjordis or Yes, my Jarl!"

You cough, gasp for air, until you're able to stammer out the following words.

"Yes, my Jarl!"

You can tell the half-giant finds hearing those three words as gratifying as she has everything she's done to you already. She removes the last of her attire, looming over you, a sight as imposing as it is arousing, considering her next move.