Chapter 11: Garnet’s Aftermath

After our final argument, it was quiet that evening, if not downright depressing. Everyone is involved in their own thoughts.

The next morning, I helped Garnet get a few things for her trip back to the mountains. I gave her a lady’s falcata sword. A type the giantess was familiar with, she assured me she knew how to handle it. I also gave her a small dirk suitable for table use and self-defense. Both items were small enough to hide under her skirt yet easy to reach through the pocket slits.

I also handed her a small purse. It had 5 silvers, 15 half silvers, and a handful of coppers. More than enough money to get her home. She planned to take a barge as far as the mountains, then walk the last few days to her home.

When I escorted Garnet to town the next day, there was a barge getting ready to leave. After seeing her off, I stopped into the pub for an ale to see if anything was going on that I needed to worry about. There was nothing to be concerned with. I didn’t see Arquis, but I was preoccupied with my own problems.

It was a long walk home. I thought about things a lot. She had not said a word the whole way in or on the boat. She knew I didn’t want any parting words. Did she feel shame about being sent home? Her head was down, so at least she might have learned a little something. Pushing your way into someone’s life and then disrupting it was a foolish idea. Trying to take over had been disrespectful.

Was I right in sending her off? I knew I was right. Right for myself and Siggy anyway. Garnet was the typical giantess bitch, but without the tempering of age, she had gone too far. She wanted things her way, and she wanted them right fucking now.

She was way too outside Siggy and my comfort zone. Did I feel guilty? No, not really. Her last week had been too much. Siggy and I were well shut of her.

I knew it was more than her pregnancy; we had allowed her to become such a demanding monster. If I felt guilty, it was because she had been deviously coercive. I’d seen devious, I’d seen coercive. Together, they were a shit sandwich that I didn’t see until later. Too much crap to put up with, the sneaky piece of dung.

At home, it was early afternoon. I had some leftover shredded rabbit in a trencher for lunch. I was going to miss Garnet’s cooking, but not her. She had added many good ideas here and helped get Siggy up to speed on some things.

She could have done so much better if she had a little respect for my boundaries and duties. Unfortunately, she’s the typical hard-headed giantess. I’m convinced she could not change a lifetime of bad teaching by her mother.

Siggy was sweet, very sweet, and got along well with everyone. It’s odd to have a girl-woman around the house who is so happy most of the time. Non-argumentative is a great personality trait.

Siggy’s face is pretty, but she’s not gorgeous. I would say she is serene. Peaceful is a good word. Her body, though, is divine. She has those teardrop-shaped titties. I also love her comfortable, plump pussy. I never get a sore cock because she’s too tight. Tight is good, but screwing for hours is good too.

We were both quiet and thinking our own thoughts. I had several cups of tea, sitting and thinking. I needed to get back to my own pursuits tomorrow. When it started getting dark, we prepared for bed. A quick trip to the stream was welcomed by both of us.

At the stream, Siggy started to get talkative. Perhaps we were both coming down from the shock of dealing with Garnet for the past few months. Siggy crawled into my lap, and we started making out. While kissing, I realized we had not done much of this lately.

Sex had not been like before between us. We used to spend time caring for each other and just enjoying being together, exactly like this.

Of late, we had only been going through the motions for the sake of getting off. Having a third party always in the room, aware of what you were doing, was a passion killer. It had been fun at first, of course, but later, after a short while, doing it with a constant audience was inhibiting.