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Subject: {ASSM} "The Giant of Jakan" (M/F, Fantasy)
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Date: Thu, 01 Oct 2009 02:10:12 -0400
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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"The Giant of Jakan"
By Shon Richards
 
"A giant roams the land," the farmer said.

Nash Nighthammer took his eyes off the farmer's daughter.  She
was shapely and of age.  She was probably betrothed to some other
farmer's son and due to be married in the spring.  It didn't stop
her from staring at Nash's broad chest or powerful arms.

"There are no giants anymore," Nash said.  "Abiara the Wise
turned the last giant tribe into stone."

The farmer shook his head.  Behind the farmer, his daughter
licked her lips in a seductive manner.  Nash tried really hard
not to notice how full those lips were.

"That was what we had heard," the farmer said.  "But then one
night the farm closest to the Jakan forest was stomped flat in a
single night.  You could see old man Horkin crushed under a
single foot print.  His wife was found in a tree, impaled on the
branches like she had been thrown.  But it was the cows that let
us know it was a giant."

"How so?" Nash asked.  The daughter was now wiping sweat from
that place between her breasts where all men seek to dive.

"Horkin had two prize cows and both were gone." the farmer said.
"The fence was still intact but the cows were gone.  Like someone
scooped them up and walked off."

Nash sighed.  It did sound like a giant.  "I was just looking for
a place to sleep for the night."

The daughter giggled.  The farmer pointed at Nash's mighty
warhammer.  Forged out of Dwarven steel, it was stained with the
blood of the forces of evil.    

"You look like a Hero to me," the farmer said.  "We've lost two
more farms this week.  People are dying. Heroes fight monsters,
right?"

Nash frowned.  "Heroes are honor bound to fulfill any quest of
need that is offered to us."

The daughter ran her fingers through her long blonde hair.  Nash
could tell she had a few quests she wanted him to do.  He had
seen that look in the eyes of many, many, many women over the
years.  The dangers were always great but the rewards were
plentiful  

"Well," the farmer said, oblivious to his daughter's attempt of
seduction.  "Looks like we are in need then."

"Ok, good farmer," Nash, his own mind made up.  "But you are
giving me a meal and a place to sleep.  In your barn if you don't
mind.  I, uh, make a lot of noise when I sleep."

The farmer shook Nash's hand in agreement.  Later that night in
the privacy of the barn, the farmer's daughter shook Nash's cock
till he gave her his pleasure.  She left his company smiling and
on shaky legs.  Nash slept deeply, satisfied in the glow of
another quest well done.

Nash rose early the next morning and left before the farmer had
risen.  His cock was still sated with the reaping of a good
night's plowing.  He didn't leave the farm in shame, for in his
travels he has come to realize that there were many women who
longed for their own adventures.  Nash was happy to help, but he
knew that fathers were rarely grateful for his kind of hero.  

He headed for the Jakan forest, knowing that it was the only
place capable of hiding a giant in day time.  He gripped his
warhammer with two hands, eager to use it in battle.  As a child,
he heard stories of the terrible giants.  When Abiara had
defeated the last giant tribe, Nash had been happy for the forces
of good, but saddened that he himself had never tested himself
against such a fearsome foe.  Now, Nash Nighthammer would have
his chance.

Tracking the giant was no challenge.  Fallen trees littered the
path Nash took.  The occasional bear ripped in half told him he
was going the right way.  He was a little taken back by the
gruesome remains of animals he found.  The legends always spoke
of the power of giants, but none of the stories mentioned such
ferocity.  Nash was too brave to feel fear, but he was certainly
starting to feel doubt.

He heard the giant before he saw it.  Loud grunts boomed through
the Jakan forest.  Gasps as loud as thunder grew louder as he
approached a clearing.  The grunts would quicken in pace before
stopping, but were then followed by a loud frustrated scream. 
Nash's ears pricked at the sound of the scream.  That was a
woman's voice.  Nash dropped to a crouch and carefully looked
through the bushes.

The giantess was as bigger than the barn Nash had slept in.  Legs
the size of tree trunks braced themselves as the giantess pawed
at the red hairy sex between her legs.  Breasts bigger than cows
jiggled as she stroked herself.  Her long red hair could have
clothed five children with enough left over for a blanket.

She was quite beautiful in a savage way.  She was nude and a bit
smelly but she literally had ten times the charms of a normal
woman.  The smell of her sex filled the area till every breathe
Nash took was of pussy.  Nash felt his cock rising, ready to
enjoy a real meal after the comparatively brief snack of last
night.   

The giantess kept stroking until she stopped suddenly.  Her
shoulders sagged in disappointment and then her arm lashed out in
anger.  CRACK! The tree she struck broke in half under the force
of her blow.  The ground shook as the tree hit the ground.

She screamed again.  It was a deafening frustrated scream that
Nash could feel in his chest.   Nash felt his resolve for killing
slowly fade and be replaced with something he wasn't expecting:
sympathy.

He stood up.  The giantess saw him and stopped her tantrum.

"Man!" she yelled.  "You are dead!  I am going to eat your guts
and swallow your skull!  You picked a bad day to come to my
home!"

Nash gripped his warhammer tightly.  "It looks to me that every
day has been a bad day for you, hasn't it?"

The giantess paused.  She brushed a strand of red hair as long as
a horse is tall out of her face.  Usually no one said anything to
giants except screams and pleas for mercy.  

"In fact," Nash continued.  "I bet that is why you are killing
people.  The forest is big.  You have plenty to eat here.  You
just go out and attack a farm because you get angry."

The giantess stomped towards him.  One of her hands balled into a
fist and she raised it above him.  Nash breathed deeply and made
no move to block her fist.

She stood there with her arm raised.  "What do you know about
that?" she said.  Her tone was almost quiet.

"I know the sounds of a woman alone," Nash said.  "You have no
man, do you?"

The giantess lowered her arm.  Her bottom lip trembled.  "They
are all gone," she said.

Nash lowered his warhammer.  "How long has it been since you've,
uh, known a giant?"

A tear fell.  It landed on Nash like a bucket of water.  He
blinked but he did not move.

"Two years!" the giantess finally yelled.  "Two fucking years
without a cock to fit me!"  She fell to her knees and Nash
quickly got out of the way.  "I'm too damn big!"

Nash nodded in sympathy.  "I understand. Have you tried something
other than your hand?  Like a tree?"

The giantess nodded.  "Everything breaks!  She sat back and the
ground shook.  She opened her legs and exposed herself.  A sex as
big as a door opened before Nash.  He could feel the heat
radiating off of it.  The smell of desire hit him like a wall.

"Have you tried touching that?" Nash said.  He pointed at the
button of flesh that hung above the folds of her sex.  "I noticed
you were just thrusting inside yourself."

The giantess looked at him in confusion.  "Why would I do that? 
I need a cock inside me.  Inside me is where the happy feeling
comes from."

Nash reached out and touched the fleshy button.  It was as big as
his head.  He cupped it in both hands and started rubbing it.

"Oh!" the giantess said.  "I never felt that before!"

"A priestess showed it to me once," Nash said.  "Her order
forbade them from loving men so they found ways to love each
other.  She taught me this secret as a reward for a quest.  Try
stroking yourself while I do this."

The giantess put her hands between her legs and Nash found it
hard to stay out of her way.  Without warning, the giantess
picked him up and placed him on her sex.  Nash grabbed a tuft of
her curly red hair and held on.  The curve of her gigantic
breasts blocked the sun from view.

"There," she said.  "Now do that."

Nash used his other hand to massage her clitoris.  The Giantess
shuddered and stroked faster.  It was hard to hold on but Nash
was a hero and his grip remained true.

"Yes, yes, yes," the giantess grunted.

Nash kept rubbing.

"Yes . . .yes . . .no!" the giantess roared.  She was close but
couldn't quite reach it.  She slammed her hand in the ground in
anger and Nash fell off her cunt.

"It doesn't work!" she yelled.  "Fuck! I'm going to eat you now,
Man!"

"Wait!" Nash yelled.  "I have an idea!  You have a giant's
hunger.  You need something more!"

She hesitated.  Nash quickly picked up his mighty warhammer and
climbed onto her sex.  This time he stood where her inner thigh
joined her sex.  He raised his warhammer high and brought it
crashing down onto her swollen clitoris.  The shock of the blow
traveled up the warhammer and through his arms.

"Oh!" the giantess yelled.  She put one hand in her sex. 
"Again!"

Nash swung with all his strength.  The giantess moaned this time.
 "Again! Again! Again!"

Bracing himself, Nash brought the warhammer down on the
giantess's clitoris.  Again, and again and again while the
Giantess moaned, Nash did his duty.  The sweet smell of her sex
grew stronger and stronger.  The breasts above Nash shook like
trees in a hurricane. Nash's own arms were shaking from the
powerful vibrations ringing from the warhammer. 

Nash's back began to ache but he kept swinging.  He was a hero. 
He swung with all his heart and every time he struck truly.  

"Yes!" the giantess roared and Nash knew it had happened.  He
stopped in mid swing, unsure if one more tap would ruin the
orgasm the giantess was having.  Her entire body shook with her
pleasure and Nash was thrown from her body.  

As he picked himself up from the ground, he was scooped up in
grateful arms.  Hash was crushed to the world's largest tits and
he allowed himself one kiss of the fantastic cleavage.  When he
was released, he noticed that the giantess was extraordinarily
gentle in setting him down.

"I feel good," the giantess said.  She smiled and Nash was
reminded of how easily she could chew him sideways.

"So you won't be killing any more people?" Nash said.

"No," the giantess said bashfully.  Was she blushing?  "But . .
."
"Yes?" he asked.

"What if I can't do it by myself?" she asked.

Nash gripped his warhammer tightly.  It was made of Dwarven steel
and crafted by three masters of forging.  It had the blood of a
thousand enemies on it.  It had been blessed by the Great Mother
herself.   It was a weapon worthy of a hero but sometimes, heroes
had to make sacrifices.  

"Here," he said as he handed it to her.  "Just tap yourself and
you'll be fine.  Just practice a lot before you give up on it."

The giantess picked up again and kissed him.  It was the greatest
kiss he had ever received.  Now he was the one blushing.

"Remember, no more killing," he said.  

The giantess never killed another human again.  The sounds of her
pleasure would thunder through the land, scaring away many
terrible creatures like dragons and demons.  It wasn't long
before the formerly dark woods of Jakan were considered a place
of good luck and happiness.  

And thus the Last Giant was defeated by the might and wisdom of
Nash Nighthammer.

The end.
  
If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/


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