Henry made his farewells with Elly, the girl he’d just befriended. He joked that perhaps they’d meet each other again at Leylee Richwood’s manor, him captured by the hounds and her taken to become an offgiant. She took the joke well. They had to learn to find something to laugh about.
On Elly and the villagers’ behest, Henry left the fields to get even farther away. They didn’t want the hounds’ course to come anywhere near the village when they would hunt him. It made the event feel more calamitous for Henry, as if a hurricane were following him. Elly had described the hounds as giant girls who behaved like dogs, walking and running on all four, not speaking in words. Henry knew not to underestimate the term girl when it was a giant, for even the sweetest and frailest of girls, when a giant, could overpower him. These hounds were coming to retrieve him, so he thought they shouldn’t harm him if he didn’t resist. Henry wondered where they’d gotten his scent. Perhaps it was the clothes Ada had taken off them and discarded in the woods, or perhaps the scent of Ada’s love juices as he certainly carried some of its rank fragrance still, or they’d retrieved his scent from her foot as he’d been stuck on it for a long time. Whatever it was, they required only the slightest things and they’d be able to find him. Henry watched the rolling hills, the midday becoming afternoon, envisioning the sight of… perhaps a great naked girl running towards him on all four? He still wasn’t sure what to expect.
After an hour, a grove interrupted the monotony of the grass fields. The trees gave him ample shade, both normal and giant-sized ones. There was a cool stream coursing through it which Henry sat within. He crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and meditated, the water pouring over his waist.
He became accustomed to the sound of the leaves rustling to wind, so much that when they were stirred into movement by something else, he noticed the difference accurately. It came closer. Henry retained his composure, meditating. It came even closer. The rustle of leaves received an addition of sharp crackles, branches snapping, whipping back to place after being pushed aside, underbrush flattened to feet, or, if Elly’s description was true, to hands and toes. The intensity receded, her pace slowing, but the sounds closer, a stone’s throw away. They stopped. She was surely watching him. Henry couldn’t ignore it anymore, his curiosity breaking his peace as he peered over his shoulder.
She was young. That was Henry’s first impression, round cheeks and innocent blue eyes fixed at him. Her mouth was open, tongue hanging and huffing like a dog. She was on all four, as expected, wearing a bandeau to cover a small chest. She was thin, though it no doubt helped her agility. Her yellow-brown hair reached the neck, plenty of leaves and twigs trapped within them. A brown thong covered her womanhood, the flat ass bare, and she wore plates of black modrock, specifically a piece along the length of her forearm, on the back of her thighs, a piece in front of her abdomen, and there were spikes of them coming out of the collar she wore. They would absorb magic well.
They entered a staring contest. The girl was cautious, sniffing at the air before her, lowering her head to the ground, reaching forward with one hand and completing a small stride, a cat skulking forward. She circled around him, hand entering the water lightly.
“I don’t want to fight,” Henry said, hands raised. Every half-circle the girl completed around him brought her closer, head expectantly weighing to the left, then right, as if expecting a punch. Then one of her hands touched the edge of the stream, her chin almost on the ground as she advanced towards him. The nose tapped his shoulder and retreated instantly, testing him. But Henry did nothing. Her face returned, nose finding a comfortable home against his arm. The wind surged cold and fast past his neck and shoulder as she inhaled. A delicate touch, her nose brushed his skin as it probed over him, sniffing, exploring, confirming it was him. Henry stirred as a wet and warm touch picked at his backside. It returned, the tongue taking more time and going beyond a simple touch. It caressed his back, patted along his length. Her lips closed around his bald head and sucked him like a lollipop for several seconds, then released with a wet pop.
“What do you want?” Henry said timidly, not wanting to provoke her. This was far better than the promises of brutality he expected, and he wished for it to stay that way.
She didn’t respond. Head sideways, her lips closed around the sides of his torso. The girl lifted him like a lioness holding the cub in her mouth, but she quickly brought him back down and guided his naked body through the water, washing him. Her hands, in the meantime, with the first display of human dexterity, ripped some of the underbrush off and made a mattress on the forest bed. She placed him on it, front first as if he were on a massage bed, and her tongue returned. The girl licked along the length of his body, legs to head, down and up, down and up, the soft wet muscle tasting him over and over again. Her mouth narrowed into a tight O, she let a drop of spit fall on his ass and the tongue returned to spread it over his backside, painting him with her saliva. With a flick of her nose, she flipped him onto his back, his boner on display. She brought her cheek against his chest and nuzzled against him, friendly and amiable, the soft side of her face caressing his front.
Careful, Henry brought up a hand and patted her nose. “You’re an angel,” he said. “Such an evil reputation, yet so amiable. Well, you’re still going to capture me, aren’t you?”
She made a simple smile befitting the innocence on her face. The lips returned, now smooching and nibbling on him instead of sucking. Henry couldn’t resist giggling when she did it to his stomach. That made her release a gleeful sound the closest to any form of vocalization she’d yet given, something between a hum and a giggle.
The girl slipped her tongue under his ass, raised his lower body slightly, and brought her lips over his manhood. Henry’s inner thighs and groin were barely past her lips and in the mouth, while his legs traced her lips from the outside and reached out beside her cheeks. Now came the harder sucking, the tongue massaging the area between his legs. The skin on his nethers was being pulled inwards to the suction, like several hands pinching his thighs and tugging at them. The tongue touched his manhood, the sound of her lips making out with his manhood overpowering the stream of water nearby.
Henry came quickly. He groaned, moved his hips, and at the taste of his cum her sucking intensified, her throat and cheeks almost undulating as the muscles worked rhythmically. The tip of her tongue pushed at the area between his ass and manhood, stroking up, pressing out all the cum. Henry couldn’t believe how much he had in him; she was draining him, sucking him dry.
He exhaled loud and long when he was done, the girl swallowing. She still had his groin in her mouth, in the same position, and her tongue still explored him after she’d swallowed, although with less vigor. Henry didn’t feel like moving. He lay in the glory of his orgasm, though not undisturbed as the girl just seemed to continue with afterplay when he was already finished. Henry had never been so checked out.
But he realized it shouldn’t be like this. He had orgasmed before, and although he’d never been so spoiled as the treatment he received now, he couldn’t imagine all of it to be explained by the effects of an orgasm. His first movement was hard. Just raising his crunching his chest slightly was like lifting a bag of bricks. The abs had to work ridicolously just to raise his torso somewhat, and when he leaned on his elbows, it felt so heavy that a person might have been standing on his shoulders. “What’s going on?”
Too good to be true. That had been their new mantra since entering Gintessa, and this girl, this ‘hound’ as they called her, had fit the bill perfectly. Sweet and innocent girl crawling up to him and spoiling him like this, when these were creatures who carried a far nastier rumor. This lethargic state had to be her doing.
“Hey, I think that’s enough,” Henry said. Sitting upright was hard, not just for her holding his groin between her lips and raising his lower legs off the ground, but his odd fatigue. Henry put his feet against her cheeks and tried to push, unable to get her off. “Hey, girl, I appreciate it, but I think it’s enough.” He slipped one hand under her upper lip, small for her proportions but lush and massive for him, and another hand under her lower lip. Like some bear trap on his groin he tried to pry them apart and push with his legs simultaneously. He felt his weakness. His endeavor led to nothing, but in response to the attempt she sucked harder, pulling him in. “I’m already finished,” Henry snapped. He summoned the art of the fighter, pried her lips apart and hopped away.
Like a cat dodging the lunge of a snake, she recoiled to his sudden power. Henry was slick with her saliva and decided to move towards the stream. He didn’t complete one step before the mouth returned, and even if Henry had anticipated it he might not have been able to react. Lips and teeth snatched his torso in a swift lunge. Head hanging out from one end of her mouth and lower body on the other, at least Henry’s arms were free. But before he could plan a single move, she ripped her head back and forth like a wolf trying to kill the rabbit in its mouth, teeth clamping him in place. Henry thought he was inside a tornado, his free limbs slapping against her cheeks from the lightning-quick turns. He screamed, teeth grinding him hard to hold him fast to the blinding speed of her head-turns. “Stop! S—” One word was all he could get out. The world was a blur.
There was sudden stability, cold air, and he realised he’d slipped out from her teeth and been thrown off. He saw the ground coming up to him, had to come up with a plan, but his hands and feet spent less than half a second on the forest bed before her hand slapped him away. He rolled, stabilized, but she was upon him and slapped him away again, the motion of a cat's paw striking the mouse. Henry stabilized again but went for the offensive, a jump kick towards her face. But the girl snapped back and punted him with another sideways palm. She was instantly upon him again. Diving in with her head, she caught his upper body between her lips, ripped him back and forth again until he was thrown.
Henry didn’t stand a chance. It became clear why Elly had spoken of these hounds as the human’s worst enemy. They were terribly mobile, and despite being thin, they were still giant and strong. He couldn’t outmaneuver her. His weakness certainly played a part, but he was sure he never stood a chance anyhow. Surrendering like he originally planned turned into the most attractive plan once again.
“Please, stop!” Henry shouted, raising hands and lying back down. On all four and with her jumpy readiness, she circled around him and poked into his space cautiously with her head. Henry didn’t move. She dared to come close again, her nose back upon him, sniffing his body and nuzzling against him. He couldn’t understand her. She licked him again, the scatters of leaves and soil over his skin ignored by her tongue and taken. Then she grabbed his groin into her mouth again and resumed what Henry had interrupted. She kept licking and kissing his nethers, and before Henry knew it, he was getting hard again, she was getting there, and he came one more time. It hurt this time, his manhood aching, and her tongue worked every last drop out of him.
“Oh, god,” he moaned, in pain as much as pleasure, and the fatigue wore on him harder now, an additional onerous blanket thrown over him like a web. It definitely had a connection to what she was doing. Henry couldn’t believe she was still going after his second orgasm. The only thing he knew was he couldn’t resist.
Half an hour later, she made Henry cum for the fifth time, and the pain was absolutely overriding the pleasure. He felt drugged, unable to move, and at last she grabbed him with her mouth, flipped her head up and opened wide to help send him inside. Henry feared she’d gulp him whole and alive, which normally wouldn’t be a clever thing for a giant to do with a competent mage, but Henry didn’t have the energy to as much as walk. He only prayed this fatigue was temporary and that he would recover.
Luckily, she didn’t try and swallow him. Her cheeks were puffed out from him filling the space inside her mouth, only his shins and below sticking out between her lips, and the girl was on her way.