“Claraføster!” came one of the giantess’s voices. It was so loud and wild-sounding that it caught Ethan by surprise and made him wince as he hung in the air, prone in Claraføster’s hand. “How many of them have you been eating!? You’re taller than when I saw you last!” 

“Haha, well I might have grown a little bit, Grýla,” laughed Claraføster, trilling the “r” delightfully with her tongue behind her front teeth. “I have been eating more than my share these past few days.” 

“So you come back home just to rub it in our faces to show much better you’ve been eating, huh?” grinned Grýla, but then she stopped dead in her tracks as the grin fell off her face. She had gotten close enough to see Ethan. 

“She always was an overachiever!” laughed Hati, another Hyrrokkin who was approaching. “She was taller than the rest of us when we were little, she was taller when she left, and now she’s taller still! Come on Claraføster, won’t you give it a rest? You’re bigger than us — we get it!” 

“I’ll never stop! Hahahaha!!” quipped Claraføster, throwing her head back and giving a fake power-hungry laugh. But Ethan could see that Hati's countenance, like Grýla’s, had suddenly and completely changed — she had seen him too. Both giantesses looked to be around 20 years old, fresh and stunningly beautiful, and even though they were a good 5 or 6 feet shorter than the giantess who held him, Ethan could tell that these two stood around 20 feet tall. It was unnerving enough to have one of these megalithic females looking at him wide-eyed, but now that there were two of them, Ethan was beginning to feel like the intensity of their eyes was burning his naked and exposed skin. The only thing that kept him from completely losing control was the knowledge that Claraføster was holding him, that she was keeping him safe. It also didn’t hurt to realize that she was definitely taller than these other two, and larger all around. Grýla and Hati were no slouches when it came to curves, as the protrusion of their breasts and the luscious flow of their hips showed, but Claraføster was clearly in a class of her own.

Claraføster had opened her mouth to address the fact that she was holding Ethan when another voice spoke first. 

“It’s about time you came home, young one!” They all turned to look at the source of the voice.

“Great,” muttered Claraføster under her breath. She hadn’t expected to see her mother just yet — she had been counting on introducing Ethan to her friends first and seeing her mother afterward. This was certainly going to complicate the process of integrating Ethan into the tribe — she loved her mother, but there was no question that there was a divergence between them when it came to certain traditions. Ymir was a conservative Hyrrokkin, who had strongly disapproved of Claraføster’s decision to go live and hunt in human cities. She believed, to an almost religious degree, in the sovereignty of the Hyrrokkin tribe, and fiercely resisted any potential threats to their self-rule. Traditionalist Hyrrokkin like Ymir saw humans, with their ever-expanding populations and progressing technology, as an increasing threat to the Hyrrokkin’s way of life. Claraføster had no illusions — it was going to be a challenging chore to convince her mother to let her keep Ethan as a pet. But she had come of age a year ago — she was 234 lunar cycles old! Even if her mother disapproved of her choices, she had lost the power over what she could and couldn’t do. She turned around to face her mother, ignoring for the moment her two friends’ gaping expressions at the human clutched in her hand. 

“Hello mother,” said Claraføster, making an effort to sound as pleasant as possible. “I thought I’d pay a visit. I…I brought something back with me.”

“Did you?” asked Ymir, approaching the group. “If it’s another one of those little human artifacts, Claraføster….one of those, uh…what did you bring back last time…another one of those...doors or a…one of those twirly-things shaped like a tiny mushroom…?”

“An umbrella,” said Claraføster flatly.

“Yes, one of those,” continued Ymir, approaching. “Any of those little human devices…now, Claraføster, I know you’re just fascinated by them, but I told you before — I’m not interested. You may think it’s a good idea to blend with human society and study them — ”

“I’m not blending, mom,” said Claraføster, unable to hide the irritation in her voice.

“Well, whatever it is you’re doing,” said Ymir, with a wave of her hand, “I don’t have to tell you again that I think it’s a bad idea for our two…societies…to….to…” But Ymir had slowed down, because she too had seen Ethan. She looked at him silently for a moment, almost as if she could not believe that what she was seeing was real. Ethan wished that he could have gone back inside Claraføster’s mouth — at least then he wouldn’t feel so horribly scrutinized by these giantesses, whose expressions were not exactly putting him at ease. Grýla and Hati were looking at him like he was a particularly curious animal, and Ethan felt that he could see something like a mischievous kind of hunger behind the curiosity in their eyes. He felt almost certain that if either one of them had come across him when they were alone, then they would have wasted no time in swallowing him whole, perhaps after extracting the cum from him to sweeten the meal. Their expressions were imposing enough.

But Ymir’s face was positively terrifying as she looked wide-eyed at him. She was definitely older than the other giantesses there — she was Claraføster’s mother, after all. But Ethan didn’t actually think she looked that much older. If Claraføster was 19, then her mother looked like she was in her mid-30’s. The lines and shadows of age had begun to show in her face, but her complexion was still bright and fresh, far more lively and vigorous and youthful than Ethan would have ever expected from someone who was Claraføster’s mother. Her body was lithe and beautifully curved, a bit more heavy in the rear than either Grýla or Hati, and her breasts were certainly bigger as well. Ethan couldn’t help but think that one of Ymir’s breasts was more massive than than his entire body. She was a bit taller than the others too — at 22 feet, it was clear that part of the reason for Claraføster’s height was genetic. But Claraføster was taller, and bigger, than all of them, including her mother. She lived on a city diet, after all, and the richer food showed in her superior height and curves. 

“What in the name of Frigg!” cried Ymir, when she found her voice. “What is that, Claraføster!?”

“What does it look like, mom?” she answered defiantly, turning to face her mother squarely as she drew herself up. “It’s a human.” 

“But…but what is it doing here?!” stammered Ymir, clearly beside herself. 

“I brought it back with me!” said Claraføster brightly, smiling as she extended a finger to pet Ethan’s hair. He felt the large pad of her finger at the back of his head, and involuntarily leaned back into her touch. More than ever, he knew that his survival depended on her protection, and this knowledge made him feel more deferential and pet-like toward her than he could have imagined previously. As she pet him, he almost whined out in pleasure, but he kept his mouth closed, thinking it best to not make any sounds at all for the moment. 

“Mmmm it certainly is cute,” muttered Grýla, grinning as put her hands on her knees and peered down into Ethan’s face. Her blond-brown hair was done up in an elaborate series of dreadlocks, and as she peered in, Ethan saw that she was wearing a collection of jewelry that shivered and jangled lightly with every movement she made. She wore a white necklace…of small spherical things…and she had a white ornament in her nose, and white ornaments dangling from earrings that hung down several feet from her ears. As she leaned in closer, Ethan felt his blood run cold. The necklace was made of tiny skulls…human skulls…dozens of them. The white ornament in her nose was almost certainly a human femur…and the white earrings that dangled from her ears were undeniably human ribcages. 

Ethan felt himself start to get faint — why had Claraføster brought him here?? This was an absolute nightmare! He was going to get eaten for sure!! But even as his mind started to crack all over again, he remembered that there were certain things that just didn’t occur to her. It had not crossed her mind that he might have been horrified to be in her mouth after watching her literally swallow another man alive. And she hadn’t swallowed him, had she? She had kept him alive, because she thought he was cute and liked him and wanted to keep him as her pet. He took several deep breaths as he took solace in the warm feeling of her hand encircling his body. As long as she had him, he was safe. 

“Isn’t he?!” chirped Claraføster happily. “I was gonna eat him, but he kept talking to me and we had such a nice conversation and I thought he was just the cutest little thing, so I decided to keep him.”

“You what!?” cried Ymir.

“You heard me, mom,” said Claraføster, doing her best not to sound annoyed. She turned back to her two friends. “Besides,” she said, a sly smile crawling across her face, “I tasted his landäshmend and…mmmMmmm!! Some of the sweetest, richest I’ve ever had!” Despite his present situation, Ethan felt himself actually swelling with internal pride at her words. 

“Really!?” said Hati, excitedly leaning in as well. “I’ve never had any before — could I taste him too?” 

“You’ve never had landäshmend?!” asked Grýla incredulously. “No way — I thought you had!” 

“It was only the clear stuff before the real landäshmend, the white stuff, came out!” said Hati, shaking her head. “I’ve never had the real thing before!”

“Well then, you’re in for a treat!” said Claraføster excitedly. “I brought him back as my pet, but I don’t see why you two can’t try him too.” She shook her finger playfully at her friends. “The only rule is that you can’t eat him!” 

“Claraføster!” came Ymir’s voice, “This is unacceptable! We cannot have a human living here amongst our tribe! It goes against every tradition we’ve ever had!” Claraføster looked with wide-eyed irritation at her two friends, who returned her look as their eyebrows went up and they shrugged their shoulders. Apparently they were used to this contentious mother-daughter dynamic. 

“And it’s dangerous!” continued Ymir, not paying her daughter’s vexation any heed. “What if it has a way of contacting other humans, hmmm? Have you thought about that? What if it had some kind of special technology that lets it tell the other humans where we are? It could lead to the downfall of our tribe, Claraføster! And I will not stand for it!” 

“Well, mom,” said Claraføster, now fully incensed, “thank Odin that you’re not the leader here, and thank Odin that I’m of age and old enough to do what I want without your approval. I want to keep Ethan as my pet and that’s that.

“E-ethan!?” choked Ymir. “Y-you’ve…you’ve given it a name!?”

“No, mom!” she said, leaning her head back as she rolled her eyes. “That’s what his name was…before I met him. I talked to him, see? I actually engaged him in a conversation.”

Ymir mouthed words, but nothing more came out. She was clearly at a loss — she had become accustomed to her daughter doing unusual things, like choosing to spend most of her time in human cities and the like, but nothing had prepared her for Claraføster actually bringing back a human to their tribal land to keep…as a pet!! The whole notion was ludicrous, and, to Ymir, it went totally contrary to what the Hyrrokkin stood for. They were a proud, independent tribe, the last remnants of a once-mighty confederation of giantess societies. The only reason why they continued to exist was because they lived apart from humanity, in a land almost impossible for human to access on their own. For Ymir, and the more traditional members of the Hyrrokkin tribe, any kind of assimilation with humanity spelled the doom of their species. The humans were too numerous, and their technology had become too advanced — the Hyrrokkin survived because the humans didn’t know about them. And now Claraføster had broken that ancient custom, that sacred trust between them. Ymir was not going to stand for it. 

“W-well,” she stammered after a few moments more of silence, “I—I cannot abide this, Claraføster. I must tell Freya.” 

“Go ahead, tell her, said Claraføster confidently. She had expected nothing less from her mother, and she was prepared to explain herself in front of Freya, the leader of their tribe. “But when you do tell her, mother, don’t make up lies about Ethan, ok?”

“I will tell her only what I see,” said Ymir, glaring hard at Ethan. 

“So don’t tell her that he has some kind of tracking device in him, because he doesn’t. Right Ethan?”

He nodded his head quickly, feeling utterly overwhelmed by participating at all in such a conversation, even if it was nonverbally. 

“And he’s not going not escape,” continued Claraføster, counting off the bullet points on the fingers of her free hand. Ethan couldn’t help but marvel again at their size — each one was nearly as thick as his legs. “First of all,” continued Claraføster, “he has nowhere to go. He has no idea where we are and there’s no way he could make it back home even if he were to escape. Second, look at these little legs! Do you think he could get far on these little things before I smelled him out?” She tickled the his calves with her huge fingers. 

“And third, he doesn’t even want to escape! He likes being my pet. Isn’t that right, little Ethan?” She brought him up to her face as she spoke these words, and pursed her lips at him in a playful pout, her eyebrows going up and down as her tongue slowly darted out here and there suggestively. He nodded his head once again vigorously. 

“Go ahead, little thing, tell her,” said Claraføster, nodding her head at him as she turned his body to face Ymir. “Tell my mom you like being my pet.” All of this was quite surreal to Ethan, who nonetheless felt that it was fairly simple what he had to do. What choice did he have? And besides, there was no doubt that he was attracted to Claraføster…drawn to her…and, for all intents and purposes, her captive. He tried to look Ymir in the eyes, but he just couldn’t. Her stare was too powerful, too vicious, too cruel. She had spent a lifetime consuming human beings for sustenance, and the way that she looked at him cut straight through his flesh to his bones. He knew that, if given the opportunity, she wouldn’t hesitate to devour him alive. He suddenly felt sick, but he tightened his abdomen and spoke as loudly as he could. 

“I…I…l-like being her….her p-pet!” he said as clearly as he could, though he realized that his body had started to shake in fear. 

“It’s shaking,” said Ymir, ignoring his words as she looked at Ethan. “Why is it shaking?” 

“Because you’re scaring him, mom!” said Claraføster. “That’s what humans do when they’re afraid!” 

“Oh, I remember reading about that in one of the ancient tomes!” piped up Grýla excitedly. “I remember it said something about petting them and blowing warm air on them…how that’s supposed to help — can I try it?”

“Sure, go ahead!” said Claraføster, grinning. Grýla extended out her own huge finger and ran it roughly down Ethan’s front, from the base of his neck and down his chest, to his cock. She clearly wasn’t used to handling humans tenderly, because her clumsy attempt at petting did nothing but knock the wind out of him. And to make matters worse, as he gasped for air, he was met by an onrush of fierce hot air as Grýla blew straight into his face. His body arched backward from the powerful force of her stream, his hair flew back, and he was forced to close his eyes as he felt specks of her hot spittle sting his skin. Grýla may have meant well, but she clearly had no practice or experience in treating humans gently. 

Claraføster burst out laughing. “No!” she said, her body shaking with laughter, “No Grýla, not like that! Stop, stop! You’ve gotta actually be gentle, see? He’s super fragile — so if you’re gonna blow on him it’s gotta be like this.” She pursed her lips into an “o” and blew a soft, cool stream of air directly at Ethan. He felt the drops of Grýla’s spittle rapidly cool on his skin, and he unconsciously shivered in pleasure as his skin rose to attention in goosebumps. Unlike her friends, Claraføster certainly knew what she was doing. 

“Aww he’s soooo adorable,” said Hati, peering closely at him. “And look at his little penis there — it’s rising up! Ooooo is he about to shoot his landäshmend?! I want some! I wanna try it!” 

“He’s not quite at that point yet, I don’t think,” said Claraføster, petting Ethan gently. “But we can certainly milk him here in a little bit! I’ll show you two all the techniques I’ve learned.”

“Excellent!” said Hati, clapping her hands (which hurt Ethan’s ears). “I’ve been reading a lot about landäshmend extraction recently, so there’s some things I wanna try too!” 

“You girls can do what you like,” said Ymir, turning to leave, “but I have to go tell Freya about this. I’m sorry, Claraføster…I’m not trying to take away your fun. But there are some things…some lines…that I simply cannot tolerate being crossed.”

“You have to do what you think is right, mom,” said Claraføster, nodding. “And so do I. I’ve been meaning to bring this up for awhile -- I think it’s high time that we reevaluate our relationship with humans. I want to learn more about them — I think they’re super cute, and even though we eat them I don’t see why we shouldn’t keep a few as pets, just so we can enjoy them and learn more about how they behave.” 

“Well,” said Ymir, sighing, “I cannot agree with that, Claraføster. We’ll see what Freya has to say. And then maybe a forum will be held. In the meantime, if I hear that you’ve let it escape — ”

“It…he won’t mom, ok?” said Claraføster. “Just, please trust me on that point, at least? Besides, I’m gonna have Grýla and Hati with me — we’re gonna be totally focused on him, right girls?” 

“Oh yes!” said Hati, bouncing up and down so that the earth shook a little as she peered in closely at Ethan, winking at him. 

“Don’t worry Ymir — he’s not going anywhere,” said Grýla, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Well ok then,” said Ymir, still shaken by this unwelcome new visitor. “I will see you girls later. And it’s good to see you again, Claraføster, even if…if…”

“It’s good to see you too, mom,” said Claraføster, nodding her head, indicating that she should go. Ymir nodded slightly, gave Ethan one more cold impersonal stare, and left. 

“Well, that wasn’t so bad,” said Hati, turning to Claraføster. 

“Yeah, that could have gone a lot worse,” said Claraføster. “I wasn’t expecting to see her so soon, but…yeah, I’m kinda glad to have all that out of the way, at least for the time being.”

“Are you worried about Freya?” asked Grýla.

“Actually, no,” said Claraføster. “I think Freya might actually side with me on this one.”

“And what if she doesn’t?” asked Grýla, with an odd gleam in her eye as she looked down at Ethan. He felt himself start to panic again…what would happen, after all, if his protector was overruled by this…this matriarch? Would that be it for him? Would they eat him?? 

“Well…let’s not think about that just yet,” said Claraføster warmly, petting Ethan’s bare back gently with her index finger. “This little guy’s already scared enough — let’s not make it worse.” She brought Ethan up to her face and looked straight into his eyes. He could not help but be reassured by her face, her body, her energy, the smell of her breath…everything about her. She was just such a luscious, sensuous creature…and even though she ate people, she had ceased to look at Ethan as food. The way her eyes sparkled at him as she held him up to her face reminded him of the way humans looked at their beloved dogs or cats. She brought him closer to her face as she closed her eyes and gently nuzzled him with her nose. His cock sprang to attention — he couldn’t help it. She was too big, too beautiful, too overpowering, for him to not have a reaction. 

“Oooo look, it’s going up again!” said Hati excitedly, pointing to his penis. She and Grýla looked in hungrily, utterly fascinated, their eyes betraying their desire to milk him. 

“Yes it is,” laughed Claraføster. “Let’s go to the hot springs — I’ll show you two how to milk him there, and you can both try out some of those techniques you were talking about.” 

They heartily agreed, and all began walking toward the wide mouth of the huge cave that yawned open before them. Ethan swallowed nervously, marveling at how, despite the unthinkable craziness of his current situation, his cock was harder than it had ever been.