Crag the Giant
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 10 Garnet Gets The Boot
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 10 Garnet Gets The Boot - Giants are one of the magic peoples. Crag the giant lives alone on his small mountain. He lives near a village where he does his trading. He trades for things he does not make or grow himself. He hunts and traps on his property to supply meat, herbs, fruits, medicines, and other edibles he gathers. He acts as the local sheriff. Besides his adventures, the local maidens have heard of his love-making skills. At the start of his story, he finds a young girl elf hiding on his land. 17 Chapters
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The next morning, after a grand second romp in bed with Arquis, we had breakfast, and I left for home to face the music.
On my way home, I was thinking about my unhappy home situation. Stringing me out for a week by Garnet’s withholding sex was the final nail in the coffin. Having a couple of get-togethers with Arquis did not cool my anger at all. If anything, it reinforced what I had been missing for some time. I kept thinking about what I was going to say when I got home. I resolved that I was done with both women’s bad behavior towards me, particularly Garnet’s role in things.
Siggy was outside in the garden when I arrived.
“Siggy, I want you to take a walk over by the stream and wait there until I call for you. I am angry as can be with Garnet. She is going to get the ass-reaming of her lifetime, and you don’t need to be here to hear it. This is all about her, about her bitchiness and how she’s been acting lately.
Garnet came outside, probably at the sound of voices.
I reiterated, “Siggy, DO what I asked, NOW!”
Garnet asked, “Did you stay in town last night to fuck some whore?”
I pointed at the cabin and said, “GET INSIDE BITCH!”
Once there, I started in, “Are you my wife? FUCK NO! You’re NOT my fucking wife. You’re a kept woman here. One who exchanges sex for a place to sleep and the food and home that *I* provide you. That sounds like you’re the kept whore!”
“In the first place, I did NOT send for you or even approve of your being here. You showed up as a total surprise. A surprise I didn’t want or ask for.”
“Let that sink in, I didn’t want or approve of your coming. You have been walking on soft ground since you arrived. Lately, it has only gotten softer.”
“You want to have babies, that’s your problem, but you’ve become too big a problem to me lately. A big fucking problem, one I’m not happy about - AT ALL!. More to the point, I’m not happy about You. I am not happy about or with you.”
“How do you repay me for my taking care of you and your every need and desire? You take over my home and my life, but no, that wasn’t enough. You had to make me completely miserable all the time with your incessant scheming. You are overfull of your own meanness and bullshit.”
“Worse, you seem to be trying to turn Siggy against me. For that alone, I should beat the fuck out of you.”
“So, to answer your question, YES BITCH, I stayed in town and got some pussy last night, NOT that it’s any of your business. I needed some pussy since it was all dried up out here thanks to YOU, you fucking CUNT!”
“Plus, anything is better than dealing with your constant bitchiness. Now, sit down, shut up, and listen to what I have to say. REALLY listen to me!”
“I am sick and tired of your shit. Mark my words. If I hear just ONE more ill-tempered word from you, you can march your ass right back to the mountains you came from. You’ll have plenty of time to get there before the baby comes.”
“You have fucked up my home life. Siggy and I were very happy until you came here. You were not happy, and you evidently forgot whose home and mountain this is. MY home, MY mountain, and MY rules, CUNT.”
“Siggy and I were doing quite well without you. I did not ask for you to come here.”
“I thought it rude to send me a letter and then show up without even asking for permission to visit. That’s presumptuous and uncaring. What if we did not have enough food to get through the winter? Don’t answer that, it wasn’t a question.”
“I would have said no. Then after that, you took over my home, you ate my food, you ordered me about, and been one grumpy ass bitch. ALL THE TIME. You are mean and bad-tempered to both Siggy and me.”
“Giantesses like you are the reason we men LEAVE you and the eastern mountains. Didn’t your mother warn you about that issue? We men prefer to live alone, rather than put up with the unreasonable behavior of grouchy giantesses. Giantesses exactly like you.”
“You’re pregnant. Get over it. It will get worse near the end, not better. Picking at every little thread you see here unravels a happy home life. Well, you succeeded in unraveling me. I was very happy when it was just Siggy and me.”
“With you added to the mix, I’m not happy one bit. You have gone too far. You went behind my back and tried to get Siggy to go along with you on your shitty behavior towards me. I am the giant that owns this whole area. Are you that stupid? Don’t answer that.”
“You’re always plotting to change things. Did it ever occur that I liked things exactly as they were? Don’t answer that, I’m not finished.”
“My duty is to be the ranger here. I need to patrol this area. I need to fell trees and trim them for the health of the forest. Then I take the wood to town to sell, and that supports the people’s need for firewood there. Selling wood pays my taxes. IT’S what I do. That’s how I pay my lord Baron for the gift of this land from the crown and how I take care of my friends in town.”
“What I didn’t do before, was dig root cellars. I didn’t build sheds and cages to house squabblers. I didn’t build goat barns or goat fences.”
“I didn’t spend my important time plowing and planting new crops that I didn’t ask for, let alone want. Do you see a trend here? Again, don’t fucking answer.”
“Understand, this is what I’m talking about. You took over my life. There’s no room for the old Crag here. I’m no longer Crag the Ranger, I’ve become just a drudge and Garnet’s illicit husband.”
“THAT SHIT STOPS NOW! Got IT CUNT?
“Yes, does this mean...”
I cut her off, “I am going to fetch Siggy. When we get back, she and I will talk, and I want you to go to the stream. Sit or walk around and think about what I have said to you. Consider how much effort you have made towards ruining my damned life.”
“But...”
“NO! YOU need to THINK. Really think about what I have said.”
“Think about what you want to do. Whether you stay or go home is your decision, not mine. Mark my words, I will send you home the first time you pull any more shit on me. Any ... Shit ... At ... All ... ANY!”
“I lived here for almost a century, very happily, I might add. I can do it again easily without either of you females. Right now, you make me very, VERY unhappy. THAT is what you need to be thinking about. Unhappy Crag equals goodbye to Garnet.”
“No more sneaking, no more conniving, or any plotting for new things for Crag to do. I have taken your last order or suggestion.”
“I’ll be back with Siggy. When you see us, go to the stream and stay there until dusk, or until I come to get you.”
I left to get Siggy. I told her we could talk after Garnet left, that Garnet was going to take a walk and think about things while we talked.
We got to the cabin and walked in. “Garnet, you can go for your walk now.”
“Yes, Crag.” She looked dejected and confused. I was wishing she were feeling much more dejected and worried. I was having my doubts about her coming around. After all, if an ass-chewing could turn a giantess around easily, more giant men might stay at home. They would do it just for steady pussy.
It’s not looking good here at all with Garnet. I feel her attitude has not changed. She kept quiet, thinking I would change my mind. That she would be back tomorrow, trying to make my life miserable all over again.”
When we were inside, I said, “Siggy, we were happy until she came here, weren’t we?”
“I was, it’s hard to know what you’re thinking most of the time, Crag.”
“I was happy. Please understand, I am quite old compared to you girls; you’re both quite young to me. I have done things my own way for many, many decades. Please think about that. You came along and snuck into my heart. I really care about you, I care for you deeply.”
“Garnet has been a shock, a horrible shock. At first, it was almost OK. Then she started manipulating us, she makes up things to do because this or that is what she wants. She never asks me; she somehow manipulates us to do her bidding. It’s all a power thing on her part.”
“Don’t get me wrong, some of her ideas have been good. It’s when she expects me to drop everything and go do what she wants that I have an issue. I am not sure anything can make her happy. After completing one project, she immediately comes up with another, and then a third. Lately, her treatment of me is that I am her thrall. I’m here to do her daily bidding. I will no longer allow that.”
She said, “I see. Hmm.”
I said, “She snuck this behavior up on me, on us. Generally, I am a quiet guy who asks for very little back. The past week, she has become a real harridan and a bitch to be around. She’s not happy unless I am doing her bidding, and she hasn’t said a kind word to me in weeks. What-the-fuck is that?”
“Let me rephrase this: Garnet is in serious trouble. I told her she needed to think things through. If she doesn’t get off my ass and can’t behave civilly, she is gone, out of here. I will send her right home.”
Siggy said, “Good grief. This isn’t about me, is it? I know I have my courses, but we never had problems with that before.”
I said, “No. It’s not about you, sweetheart, not at all. It’s all about her. Everything seems to always be about her lately. I am old and wise to her ways. If it looks like shit and smells like shit, I don’t need to taste it to know that it’s shit. I feel this deep in my bones.”
“Being older, I spend time thinking about things. I may not say a lot of sweet nothings to you, but remember, I have always been a hermit up here on my mountain. I do care very much for you. I want you and did not want or ask for her to come here. She started as an outsider on very thin ground. She behaves like she’s the boss of both of us.”
She said, “You don’t really mean...”
I injected, “I have had nobody here that I considered a permanent mate. A few giantesses have come and gone. After they got pregnant, they returned home. Humans are short-lived. I have not had a human up here before you. There have been none before you, dear.”
I continued, “Is it me? Probably. I can’t help who or what I am. No make no apologies. I have responsibilities that come before everything else. Often, they are life-or-death problems. I’m also old and set in my ways. It has worked for me for decades, which has been several times your lifetime.”
She said, “So, do you love me?”
“Uh, that’s an unfair question. Let me ask you one first. Where will you be in one hundred years?”
She said, “Shit, I’ll be dead if history tells us anything.”
“So, is it fair for me to fall deeply and madly in love with you? To fawn over you all the time. To pour my heart and soul into you, to have you wither and die on me in twenty or thirty years. What becomes of me when you are gone?”
“Consider this. I have seen everyone I know or meet come into my life, and then go away when they get old. Everyone! It’s been that way all my life. Except for my immediate family, who have their own destiny east of here. Everybody has left me one way or another.”
“Should I fall in love with every maiden that comes along? Should I become best buddies with every man I meet? No, some prudence is required. For a long-lasting person like myself, falling deeply in love can be painful. It holds much pain. Please understand this about me.”
“Am I seeming stand-offish? Yes, but for a very good reason. I can be here for you. I am intensely fond of you. But, if you want true love like the minstrels sing about, I am the wrong tree to bark up at.”