It was on the third day of summer when the headmistress of the adventurers guild came to see Alana. A well built human with bronze skin and toned arms, the headmistress was a retired but still quite physically active. Her posture spoke of the tension she was holding and Alana picked up on the stress evident in how she held herself.
The headmistress made a simple request but made sure to provide a lot of information beforehand. Three full caravans had been lost, two adventuring parties missing, and more than a few missing merchant wagons all stolen in the middle of the night. Some had to have been a troupe of bandits along the eastern road past Redbrook. However, there were stories among survivors and travelers circulating about some ‘giant’ figure that kept getting spotted in the darker hours, thus Alana was being called upon to probe the surrounding area of the attacks for evidence of either the thieves or evidence of something bigger.
As the headmistress finished her report and request she gave Alana a moment to consider. The pair were sitting in front of the stables, having a cup of tea to soothe the early morning nerves. It was a serious assignment. Nothing beyond her capabilities but there was something strange going on. Her instincts had been on edge the moment she heard about the supposed giant. Was it an illusion? A creature left over from the collapse of the fel comb a year or so back? Whatever it was, Alana was hesitant to accept. Then the headmistress sweetened the pot with another offer.
“I know it’s a lot to ask, but with hunting quotas rising and the threat of those goblins southside, we need most hands on deck to handle the day to day of protecting Lieben. But I can add something to the reward. I’ve asked and can move forward on your official paperwork for Commonwealth compliance of your citizenship and rights as a freelance fighter. I know the unofficial letter wasn’t much, but we could go forward with it if I can add this mission to your list of accomplishments.”
Alana knew that the headmistress could be trusted for that, so it was an easy choice after that. She took a day to prepare and left along the eastern road. Omylia saw her off and gave her rump a covert pat on the way through the gate. The elf waved a broad calloused hand till the centaur was out of sight. Both nervous but confident of her success too.
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Alana travelled for some time in casual strides before working up to a brisk trot. She made good time, seeing a few travelers along the way, but those who did show she questioned about the road behind them and whether they’d seen anything. The centauress learned little through these people, but she did notice that no major caravans or wagons seemed to be coming her way.
Three days of an easy pace and she reached the general area to begin looking. Crossing from one side of the road to the other consistently led her to a series of ruts on the roadside. Sweating beneath her jerkin and caparison, she touched the old wheel marks and stood to stare trepidatiously into the surrounding trees. She saw no threat, but readied her weapon and followed the trail in.
Trees laden with moss, upturned stones from long lost outposts, old undergrowth, and massive ferns, the soft soil under her hooves told her this wasn’t a frequent path through the forest, but the signs were there of a cart passing. A broken branch here and a rock dug out there. The loam was wet enough to have lost most of the indents from the wheels, but the path was there for her. An hour of searching netted her a clearing littered with the remains of bandit camping, an rickety cart stripped of valuables, and a few messily dug graves, likely for the unfortunate merchants.
She picked through the remnants of the camp, but it had rained since they deserted and all the detail and scents were askew. What she pieced together was that the thieving killers had run off in a hurry, leaving a large portion of their heavier supplies behind. They too seemed to have transport, likely horses, for the merchandise they stole. There was precious little else to discern from this spot though. Few tracks, less smells, and no trace of magic other than an odd outcropping of stony earth that seemed to have been raised at the edge of the clearing. Definitely a mage’s work, but exactly what kind was beyond her. The surrounding woods were so flooded, she didn’t bother checking them.
Heading back to the road, Alana managed to make good time further down the road before the afternoon set in. Searching intently she found two other sites before the light began to slowly fade. Not wanting to call it a day, she managed to locate a broken wheel and the accompanying wagon some walk into the woods, but this trail was fresher. What was strange was the wagon’s state. One side crushed by a blow of some sort. Hoof marks showed the horses had fled and enough scattered footprints told the same for the people. The whole scene was maybe even hours old. She had to follow it.
Cautiously, the centaur tracked the sodden trail through the woods. Her heightened senses caught the first wiff of an odd scent. Dirt, moss, wet foliage, and there it was… a sweeter sweaty scent. Too caught up in the new trail, she didn’t catch the huge imprints she was trodding past. Careful to not stray from the thin scent, she kept her ears perked for any odd sounds, but the woods were rather quiet. Not unnaturally so, but still giving her pause. The bugs were out, dusk upon them, and the birds were still active, but there was little else. Then she heard the whoosh of fire and the crash of splintering firewood. Turning off her heading a tad, she rounded a large stone and saw the telltale flicker of a bonfire a stone’s throw away from her. Crouching behind the big rock, she peered through the trees to get a feel for how many bandits there might be, but nothing moved. Only the crackle of fire and the light told her there was anyone ahead.
Then a small draft of wind brought her that tantalizing, odd scent again. Sweat certainly, but dust and fruit perhaps mixed in with it. Slowly approaching she circled the fire from a distance, unable to get a clear vision between the tightly packed trees. A large thump brought her pause. Like a horse had suddenly flopped over. Perhaps the bandits still had one or two mounts?
Trusting her abilities Alana rushed into the treeline, breaking through underbrush in a matter of moments to peel in the clearing, halberd swinging forward at the first shape her adjusting eyes could catch. Washing over her was that scent, the smell of roast meat, and wet wood burning. Blinking she gasped as her eyes met those of the sole creature sitting by the fire. A giantess.
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Sat beside the fire, a large log in one hand, was a humongous woman. Alana took an involuntary step back, as the sheer size of this person came into perspective. The giant stood slowly, towering over the centaur and cresting above a few of the trees. Over 24 feet tall by her guess, the tanned giant was wearing nothing but a patchwork loincloth. An ineffective measure that couldn’t hide the monstrously large woman’s barrel-sized clit and bushy pubes.
The giantess’ snowy dreadlocks swung as she faced Alana, not confrontationally, but with caution. Her long gaunt face framed inquisitive deep green eyes and dry cracked lips. The sound of the nearby stream and snappy fire were all that passed for conversation before the astonished pair could collect themselves. Alana coming to the rapid conclusion that they weren’t about to fight each other.
Dropping her halberd carefully, she showed her open palms and smiled nervously. The giant laid aside the log and sat back down, stirring up the loose dirt and debris with her movements. The giantess’ lanky form didn’t hide her musculature, taut beneath her skin.
Still glancing at her hesitant visitor, the giantess rotated a hock of steaming meat on a huge skewer above the fire before settling in further. Alana made a show of setting aside her belongings and settling in too. The smell of the place was intoxicating. The meat was making her mouth water, but her own rations would have to do. The smell of the giant was what held her attention more though. Stone fruit, dirt, sweat, and musk all mixing to flash Alana with memories of her days being prepared for becoming a breeder for the tribe. Beneath her, Alana felt the ‘saddle’ holding her bundle of cocks in place creak under the pressure of her lust. A pool flooded her undercarriage as the centaur cautiously ate her own food in the silence of the clearing.
She tried to make conversation twice, but fumbled as the giant shrugged both times. It was clear that she neither understood nor cared about speaking with Alana. Her huge hands tore into her meat and shoveled large chunks into her slavering mouth. Each movement and display of size and strength only added to Alana’s growing problem below.
The giant’s fuzzy body and dark nipples caught the firelight in strange flickering ways. Her enormous clit bobbed beneath the useless covering. All the while that smell sent Alana’s head spinning with instinct laden thoughts. Finally those massive hands were wiped and cleaned, meal over, and the giant looked idly over at the centaur while a huge arm swept over the drying logs to place another on the bonfire.
Alana then chose to do something so bold that she scarcely understood her own actions as they happened. She disrobed. Jerkin and tunic, undergarments and caparison all came off to reveal her full beauty and drooling cocks. The giant watched intently through the whole process, but when her lower saddle fell away and the full girthy brace of five horsecocks sprang spitting into view, the giant’s eyes widened. Her nose sniffed the air and the massive woman looked thoughtful for barely a moment before untying her only garment and laying back, propping her gargantuan body up on her elbows, beckoning the centauress forward with guiding eyes. No language was needed between the two as Alana approached.
Alana placed a hand on the giant’s leg, which felt like smooth warm river stone covered in a thin fuzzy coat. The huge woman opened her legs wider, her labia parting with a sticky lust apparent between them. The weakened fighter moved by instinct alone as she kissed the inner thigh of her massive partner. Pushing her way forward she pushed close to the barrel of a clit, hands hugging the throbbing glans as she pushed further.
Alana pressed her naked breasts against the fuzzy tanned belly of the giant, her cockheads teasing her newfound lover’s huge entrance. The top three cocks frotted against the giantess’ bush and belly, Alana’s two massive lower trunks piercing the frothing cavern beneath. The giant’s huge clit rubbed between the base of all five dicks, the quintet acting like a caressing cock-hand. The giant groaned with pleasure, setting a deep rumble in Alana’s chest, her balls vibrating against the ground with the sound. Thrusting once, Alana was shocked to find she moved in smoothly. Stepping forwards, she shivered with pleasure as her cocks slid into the first oriface they’d ever fit within. The centaur’s balls worked overtime to clench out gallon after gallon of thick pre, lubing the entrance and filling the giantess with warm lust. Pulling back and out, Alana tried for all five. Each of her cockheads pressed against the opening, unable to fit. The giant’s cautious, but eager, hand went from propping her up to pulling the centaur in. Her fingers pulling Alana’s equine rump closer, and forcing her cocks harder against the hole.
With a sickening but immensely gratifying jolt, Alana’s flared heads finally popped into the gaping reddened vagina. Even the giant was being stretched to bursting, but managed to fit the full package as she pushed Alana in to hilt a moment later. At this point Alana was so far up that she had to avoid pushing her hooves into the giantess. She tucked her legs in and wiggled close, her hands tugging and squeezing the hunched giant’s fat nipples, which Alana could barely encircle with her fingers, and were longer than her palm was wide.
Slowly the pair worked in a concert with each other, developing a rhythm, and worked towards Alana’s climax. For the giantess’ part, she came several times along the journey. Her clenching pussy constricting the poor delirious centaur’s cocks till it passed, drooling slick viscous love onto the dirt of the clearing. Alana’s pre adding a bulge to the toned stomach she caressed. Her comparatively small hands kneaded and grabbed wildly at the giant, who reciprocated by reaching behind the centaur.
Her massive middle finger plunged into Alana’s pussy, the pointer following into her puffy rear. Pumping those thick digits in and out, did a lot to push Alana closer, but even after what felt like an eternity, she wasn’t ready to shoot her wads. What they both could see was the centaur’s large quartet of balls swelling behind her. At first they were boulders, then matched the size of Alana’s equine body, then surpassed even that, rumbling and churning with anticipation and need.
The giant panted and drooled as her impassive face continually turned to bliss. Her matted dreadlocks dragged in the dirt as she threw her head back, eyes closed in concentration. Alana for her part was bucking with abandon, head filled with desire and appreciation. It was when the giantess lifted her other hand and began massaging Alana’s breasts that the frenzied centaur finally came.
Dense ropes of jism slammed into the inner walls of the worn out giant. The steam coming off the pair smelled like ambrosia to the pair, each experiencing the pangs of climax as well as a long sought release. The giantess’ belly swelled with each shot into her. The centaur’s head lolled as she nearly passed out from the pleasure, her balls slowly emptying into her gigantic partner. Soon the pressure became too much and Alana was forced out, allowing a deluge of viscous cum to spurt out behind her.
Alana clung feebly to her new lover’s big clit and hugged it with what little might she could muster. The buzz of insects and the crackle of the diminished fire overwhelmed by heavy breathing, the wet splashes of the centaurs’ hooves in their combined juices, and the deep resonant hum of the giant’s pleasure filled groans of gratitude. The pair wouldn’t move from their respective spots for some time. After recovering, the pair would nestle into each other’s bodies, covered by a tarp of Alana’s for the rest of the night.
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The warrior would awake to the stirring of her much larger companion. The two set about cleaning themselves in the dawn’s light, smiles shared between them often. The giant spoke softly in her own language, not expecting an answer, but Alana pieced together a few things. The massive woman’s name was Wane and she was alone, those things were at least clear, but the rest was much harder to interpret.
Alana shared her own name, which the giantess tested out a few times before grinning at her. Washed and with a morning meal in them, Alana tried to ask about several things. She was looking for answers and reasons to get closer to Wane. For her part, the giant didn’t seem eager to leave and gladly tried to piece together pantomime and various sounds that hinted at her situation.
After an hour or two, Alana managed to figure out a handful of things. Yes, there had been bandits that attacked people along this road, but Wane had scared them several times and finally chased them off by ruining their cart and setting their horses free. No, the giant wasn’t native to this land, but the stream and plentiful wagons of supplies that came through had been more than enough to sustain Wane for a time. Lastly, Wane didn’t like stealing, but had few means of hunting or cooperation with smaller folk by her reckoning.
All that put together made Alana pause to think. She thought for several minutes but couldn’t come to a true decision, so she would stall. The centaur spent the rest of the day helping the giantess hunt, learning a few words of her language, and doing her best to mull over her options. Checking the road again she saw no signs of the thieves return, so she took that into account with her considerations.
When the sun had just past its peak, the two lounged in the clearing. Alana had adjusted to being around such a massive presence to some extent, but just watching the sheer size of even a drop of sweat from the giant’s body made her shiver despite the heat. As the forest dried around them, the birds singing all around, the pair tried again to speak. It was clear that Wane was clever from what Alana could understand. Already she had shared the words for things like “hunting,” “me,” “giant,” and “try” among many more, but the centaur fighter was not accustomed to trying to learn languages at such breakneck speed. Certainly she knew the native language of her tribe, the commonwealth’s trade tongue, and a smattering of others, but giant speak seemed nigh impossible to grasp on first try.
After an hour of trying to absorb each other’s words and reflect back what little they knew, Wane tried to ask a question by drawing in the dirt. It took several attempts, but using a big branch she wielded as easily as Alana would a twig, the giantess managed a simple set of drawings. The first depicted a crude horse, the next a person, then an arrow pointed Alana. After a moment’s hesitation, Alana understood and did her best to explain what she was.
“Centaur. Half human, half horse. Descendants of the fertility goddess Millecant,” she explained as she drew in the dirt, “We’re a fairly sparse people, but the majority of us are here in the south.” Realizing that was far too many words and nowhere near simple enough, she would take another dozen minutes to explain it again more plainly. To her surprise Wane reciprocated by returning the favor.
With slow less complex words in giant tongue and a few in common speech, the giantess managed to describe her background. She was from farther north and much further east, but had to run from something she didn’t have a word for. The isolated giant hadn’t seen any of her kind in about half a century. She had wandered farther south for the weather, but the animals were so skittish and cities so frequent, she had been tempted to turn back.
Alana took all this in as the giant nestled in close to her flank, still drawing. Alana saw the giant draw taller shapes, even giving one longer hair than her dreadlocks. There were other indistinct shapes too but these were quickly scratched away without an explanation. Alana twisted to look up at the crouched giant and caught her eyes. They smiled warmly, but the centaur could see that the massive woman’s face was clouded with troubles and worry.
Setting a hand atop the huge thigh beside her, Alana rested her head on the giant’s leg. Warm and solid, she thought little of the gesture, but Wane thought differently. Reaching down carefully with a big finger, she gently brushed aside a lock of Alana’s hair from the smaller woman’s face. Looking up, Alana saw the giantess’ face was clear and affectionate, with more than a little color rising.
Stepping back and patting the larger woman’s leg, Alana decided to stretch while the other washed her dusty hands in the nearby stream. It was upon her return that Wane would watch curiously as the centaur went through her motions, without her halberd. Stretch, exercise, stretch, bend, rest. It was after several cycles of this that Wane reached out and tugged gently at Alana’s equine cover. Using a huge nail the giantess pried the knot out of her belt and stubbornly pulled at the caparison till Alana finally relented.
Wane knelt and watched intently as Alana took her coverings off again, this time at the behest of the giant. Taking her sweaty tunic off, her large sagging breasts came into view and the giant pointed at them eagerly. With some miming Wane explained her first request and the two got to work.
The giantess sat down and spread her legs wide, propping her body up with one hand and leaving the other free, she beckoned Alana into her nethers. The centaur obliged and lined her chest up with Wane’s clit, before wrapping what she could of the glans in her cleavage. The giant bent and spit on her partner’s chest, a bucket of saliva splashing her. Alana took it in stride, laughing a little, as she bobbed forward and began teasing the giantess’ clitoris with her tits.
She spent a few minutes warming her up before the massive woman would return the favor, getting on her hands and knees to lick Alana’s rear. Her huge tongue probed the centaur’s entrances but especially played along her three foot long clit, leaving it glistening in the late afternoon sun as the giant pulled away after several minutes of teasing.
Spinning Alana around the giant lifted her into the air, prompting a shout of surprise from the centaur, as she stroked the semi-hard members below the smaller half equine. Bending the warrior back a little, she freed the two larger phalluses and bent her neck forward, mouth opened wide. She managed to angle them past her lips and teeth easily, suckling the flared bumpy tips as they shot sticky strings of pre into the awaiting maw.
Pressing her helpless partner closer to her face, Wane took foot after foot of horsecock, only beginning to struggle close to their sheaths. Choking a tad, she pulled back and bobbed a bit on them as rope after rope of delight splatted over her tongue and down her throat, a few stray pre-strings slapped into her face as well from the upper three cocks. A minute more of this treatment and Alana would not have held out, but the giantess had other ideas.
Setting the younger woman down, Wane shoved her horse butt closer and kept a few fingers on the saliva slicked bottom twin rods. Her aim became clear after a few short words and gestures. Alana did her best to comply, but it took both of them to work it out. What followed was a messy affair as Wane desperately tried to split the bundle of cocks between her holes and Alana had to bear with the rougher handling and not cum too soon.
Eventually the pair shoved the larger duo into the giant’s dark anus and her upper trio into Wane’s now extremely wet vagina. Alana had to get help from her partner to know what pace was acceptable, but soon they’d found a good tempo. Alana pushed deeper into the humongous woman and reached forward towards the barrel-sized joy buzzer before her amidst the forest of nut brown pubic hair.
Alana and Wane thrust and grunted, pushed and pulled, feeling the temperature and speed increase as they were swept up in the flow of lust. Each breathed hard as the other gasped in delight. Wane creamed herself several times again, proving to be a quick cummer. Back and forth they danced, splattering the clearing with more juices and precum, staining Alana’s hooves and Wane’s bare butt with sex made mud. Alana’s male climax came just as another of Wane’s deep moans shook through her. Pumping the massive woman full of a river’s worth of dense cum. Wane felt her insides fill and overfill with the warmth.
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After several days of this back and forth, talk, learn, intercourse, repeat, Alana knew she had to make a decision and after pondering it for three nights snuggled in the arms of her giant lover, she landed on her most selfish desire’s outcome.The next morning, drawing in the dirt, acting out a few things, and with much hugging and kisses Alana attempted to enact her plan. Wane was sceptical it seemed but willing to try.
The journey back to Lieben took twice as long and left both women even more attached to each other. Raw attraction and love was sparking by the time they reached the city. Alana took all the precautions she could think of, rushing into the city in the early morning without a giant in tow. By noon several adventurers, the headmistress, the captain of the guard, Omylia, and Alana all left through the eastern gate to trot out into the woods a ways to find their newest monstrous occupant.
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