Wait until nightfall..

Deciding that discretion is in the best interest for the both of you, you decide to wait until nightfall when the majority of your numbers will rest and you will have an even greater upper hand.

Several hours later...

You can smell her, the scent of a woman is entirely individual and easily distinguished by you from amongst the crowd. You find her resting under a tall elm tree, wrapped in the fur of a mighty mountain elk. You listen closely, observing the sound of her breaths with your acute senses. Once you are certain she is fast asleep you approach with the utmost care. You move with uncanny silence, the old magic muffling the movements of your exceptionally large frame. Once you are within arms length you pounce, seizing her weapon and casting it aside into the night. She wakes up almost immediately but her body does not react fast enough. One hand pins her throat firmly to the ground while the other aims to remove her furs. You pause for a moment allowing her to strike you multiple times to no avail. Despite her size she is quite strong but you are undamaged by her attacks. You hope she will see the futility of fighting someone so much larger than herself, and accept this.

This is not the case, however, and she continues to scratch and claw at you while you unclothe her. Her nails dig into your thick skin drawing warm blood, as you pour your eyes over her nubile form. You watch her chest as it heaves and strains, lifting and shaking her pert little mounds. You run your hands along her frame feeling every smooth curve and line of her immaculate body, you are gentle as you part her legs forcing them to accommodate you. You try to soothe her as you plant soft wet kisses along her clavicle, you are not inconsiderate after all..

Your bright green eyes meet hers for the first time now as you look down upon her. In her eyes there is fear but not so much fear as desire, whether that was the desire to have you inside her or the desire to have her blade inside you, you could not tell. It was probably a mixture of both.

You easily lift her ass up now into fuller contact with your groin, your thick member pulsing to life as you hold her. As soon as she feels your throbbing manhood against her, with only the material of your tartan separating you from her, she struggles more intensely flailing and nearly finding her voice. She could cry out but who would care? This was natures intent and in this way the law must be fulfilled.. Multiply.

Your massive cock is now fully erect after hearing her voice for the first time even if it is only a grunt or a curse or two. You hike up your tartan letting your veiny member spring forth in all its glory. Her eyes go wide as they drift down your body to your cock, poised at her moistening entrance.

"I.... Yield." She chokes out, barely managing to slip the words past your grip.

At this you press the swollen crown of your girthy dick up to her now soaked lower lips, firmly plunging beneath the burning wetness of her outer folds into the entrance of her pink virgin hole. You look down at her as if to prepare her and yourself for what is to come. Even before the head of your cock has entered her you can feel her pussy stretch tightly around you, attempting almost in vain to accommodate your excessive girth. You loosen your grip on her throat and she inhales deeply at the release, although you weren't actually **** her, her breathing was greatly obstructed by your grip. She whimpers as your swollen cock head fully embeds itself within her, she barely manages to speak, "You're.. Ogma." She says, half statement and half question. "I am." You respond pausing for just a moment. With a deep breath she manages to say,"I.. am... Rigga...” She coughs a bit as you release her throat entirely. “Yours.. I... yours." She barely manages to speak. Her scratching has now changed to shaky attempts at soothing strokes as she glides her hands along the corded muscles of your back and shoulders. "I welcome you now lovely Rigga, as my mate. " You say, basking in your latest victory.