Crag the Giant
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 13: Josiane, part 2
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 13: Josiane, part 2 - 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
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual High Fantasy Paranormal Magic Harem Interracial White Male White Female Double Penetration First Petting Safe Sex Big Breasts Size Small Breasts
Siggy interrupted me, “So, to get to the point, you took Josiane under your wing and taught her about her body? You ended up fucking her?”
I told Siggy, “That too. Josiane went back to the inn later than I thought. It took her weeks to return to full health. She learned about her body, yes. Josiane also learned from me about herbs, poultices, cleaning wounds, and stitching wounds. She also learned the importance of clean bandages.”
“Our village did not have anyone who did those things. I could do all these things, but too often I am unreachable up here on my mountain. Josiane became our village’s first dedicated herbalist - our medic, if you will. Between her and the midwife, they worked together to improve the treatment of any ill people.”
Siggy said, “Uh, you’re leaving out some good parts. How you seduced her, you devil. I know you know what I’m interested in.”
“You’re not interested in my herb garden and medicines? If I tell you the other, you’ll get hot and bothered again and expect me to put out again. I’m just a tired old man.”
“Tired old man, my ass. You’re always up for some good sex. By giant people years, you’re only in your twenties.”
I said, “First off, I didn’t set out to seduce her; it kinda happened by accident.”
Siggy said, “Oh, you were at the stream and slipped and fell so that your pecker fell right into her little pussy on accident ... Her legs just happened to be open by accident, huh?”
I said, “I felt bad for her. Her mother died when she was born. Her father blamed her and abused her. Her husband was worse. He tortured her. She didn’t have a friend in the world...”
“So...?”
I said, “Don’t you have any patience at all, Siggy?”
Siggy said, “Patience hell, fuck me again, right now, Crag.”
I said, “No, sweetheart, I’m in the middle of telling you a touching story. It’s important. You’ll see why in a little bit.”
I continued, “So, after a week, I pulled Josiane’s pussy stitches out. That burns, you know. So, I was rubbing an unguent on her there to make it feel better. It stopped the burning sensation.”
It also gave me an ingenious idea. She needed to have some fun in her life. If she didn’t get over her feelings of worthlessness. If she continued with her idea that sex was only another way to hurt her, her life would be short and heartbreaking. I couldn’t let that happen.
“What Josiane didn’t know was that she had a friend, me. I went from feeling sorry for her to seeing her as a good person. Someone who works hard and is always kind to others. She was and is a quiet and reserved woman. She never asked anyone for anything.”
“The next day, as I was putting the unguent on Josiane, I was rubbing it in gently. Every so often, I would go off target and run across her that bump above the pussy hole. Now, this particular unguent didn’t contain any pain relievers, so it didn’t deaden anything. It was a healing lotion I had specially prepared for her.”
Siggy said, “Uh-huh, special huh?”
“Yes, very special. You know the one. I use it when your little pussy burns from too much sex. Very slick stuff. If anything, it doesn’t deaden so much as wake up your skin.”
“Ya, I know that one. It’s a really good recipe.”
“So, I used it down there, and then I started putting it on bruises and gently rubbing it in.”
Josiane has said to me, “Oh, that feels so nice. I think it does wonders. Is that a new medicine?”
“No, but it’s one you use later on in treatment. Is it working? I could put some on your tits. I bet they would feel much better. You still have some big bruises there.”
“They’re not much for a pair of titties, not much to see there, or so Tork always said. Put it on if you think that will help.”
“I do. Here, let me...” and I started gently rubbing it on her titties. Now, they were fairly small titties. Perhaps going hungry so much had a bad effect on their size. Her nipples were a medium brown, and the tips themselves are small.”
“Josiane’s titties came out about one digit from her chest, barely enough to notice she’s a female. They felt soft like titties should, but when she was on her back, they flattened, and there was not much to see. I rubbed those titties for at least half a glass long. She kept umming and ahhing as I rubbed her.”
I would ask Josiane, “Does it hurt?”
“She would say, “No, no, feels good, it’s working, I think.”
I said, “I doubt her moron husband ever touched them except to make her feel pain. She was starved for human touch. She didn’t know the hidden power women’s titties have. Big or small, men want to handle them and taste them. Excepting, of course, the stupid dork she had been married to.”
“I needed to rub this down there some more. That’s how I came to be frigging Josiane for a while. I kept alternating what I was doing, then ... she orgasmed all in a rush.”
“Ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhh, unnnnn ... ohhhhhh...”
Josiane asked, “What was that?”
I had seen that she had extended her legs and curled her toes when she climaxed. It must have been a good one.
I answered, “You just enjoyed the same feeling of sex that men get. Women can do it too.”
Josiane said, “I didn’t know women could do that. That felt very nice and warm inside me. Now I am relaxed for the first time in forever.”
“Thank you for doing that for me. I know I’m a mess and not much to look at. I’m all skin and bone and bruises and not pretty at all. You may think that’s disgusting, that I would do that to you when you were gently caring for me. You trusted me, and I go and do sex on you.”
I said, “Nonsense, Josiane, you’re a sweet lady who’s been through a rough time. We’ll get some meat on your bones, and you’ll be as good as new, then. You still have a house and a job. You can find another man. A man who will take care of you as he should.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. If all men are like Tork was, I don’t want another man.”
“I have a confession, Josiane. I knew you were going to enjoy “sex-on-me” as you said. I set out to help you feel that. You need to know that you’re a real woman, that you, too, can enjoy yourself. You responded easily. Good men want a woman who responds like that. It excites us. There are good men out there.”
“Maybe a husband someday, Crag, but I have to be very careful. Tork paid my father seven silvers for me. I was just a thing to him. I was just something for him to fuck and someone to make his food. After I got my job at the inn, he quit working so he could drink full-time.”
I said, “Well, Josiane, he is no more. He is banned from here for life. I sent him northeast and told him that if he showed up here again, all the local men were ordered to kill him on sight. He’s too much of a pussy to walk back and too much of a coward on top of that. I never liked him. He was a drunk long before you ever came here.”
She said, “It wasn’t me. I didn’t turn him to it?”
“Not hardly, he’s always been a drunk, always has been. His dad was a drunk before him. His grand-dad was also a drunk. Family weakness, maybe? I don’t know. I do know I have tied him up more than once to keep him from hurting other people. On some occasions, he would become a mean drunk.”
I said, “You will do so much better now on your own, Josiane. You have something to look forward to now. For the first time, you can make life as you want, no man to boss you around or steal your wages.”
Josiane said, “I guess I have some thinking to do.”
I said, “The next day, I took Josiane to the stream. I washed her, and she returned the favor and washed me.”
“Josiane said, this is the first time I ever felt comfortable with a naked man. How is that so?”
I replied, “The secret is in picking a good man, not the first one you come across. You’re comfortable with me because I treat you as you should be treated. Your father did you wrong by selling you to Tork. The guilt is as much his as it was Tork’s. People should not be bought and sold.”
I continued, “Look at my size, Josiane. Do I look like I need to swell up my chest and treat people meanly? What for? I’ve got nothing to prove. I’m much like my mountain, I was here before they were born, and I’ll be here after they’re gone.”
“Some men have been rough with you. I say they are assholes and not much for men. From now on, don’t put up with them. Tell them to behave, or you will leave. Then if they don’t stop, leave.”
“There’s always at least one house available in the village. Tell him, ‘I divorce you, I divorce you, I divorce you.’ If you say it as you would a vow, and say it three times, you’re done. Divorced. That’s a little-known law in Centralia. It was made to protect men from bad women, but the law does not differentiate between the sexes. It works both ways.”
Siggy interjected, “So, you fucked her?”
“Hell yes, I fucked her. I fucked her when we returned to the cabin. She had been sitting on my lap in the stream for some time. I was hard the whole time. She liked how it felt. I had found she likes her nipples teased gently. She was hot and squiggly when we got back. While changing clothes, I hugged her and held her for a bit, which became a kiss and so on.”
“Did you fuck her often?”
“Duh! What do you think? She was still a little tender, so we were careful for the first few days. Josiane never learned how to do a good blow job. I think that’s another story that relates to Tork’s bad treatment of her. I think blow jobs were his favorite. She may have felt demeaned doing them, but she sure loved it when I licked her pussy.”
“Well, of course, she would. That long devil’s tongue of yours can not be denied. It wiggles into your pussy, and into your mind until it makes you go insane.”
I said, “Anyway, I got Josiane returned to health, and I took her home. I brought my mules down with my plow in the wagon. We plowed the area behind her house. I planted a garden with all my herbs and several of my vegetable varieties for her.”
I continued, “You see, I was often called on to treat people who got hurt. There was a big problem with that. Nobody likes entering the wild up here to come and get me. I’m also away on the other side of the mountain a lot. So I trained Josiane in treating the sick and wounded. That helped me out a lot. I could come to town less often.”
Siggy asked, “Did you continue to fuck her every time you visited?”
“No, there were some old biddies there in the village at the time. Josiane would have become known as the ‘giant’s whore,’ or ‘that whore.’ There’s nothing you can do about people like that.”
I said, “Josiane continued to work at the inn. The following year, she married Bort Kerch of all things.”
Siggy asked, “The same Bort, the bartender?”
“The very same. Bort had felt bad about not telling me about Tork the Turd. He tried to make it up to Josiane. Bort’s a nice guy at heart, maybe a little simple. I don’t know if it was love or loneliness. Eventually, they got on well together and had three babies together.”
“So how does this Josiane story turn out?”
I said, “Josiane convinced me that the local women need to know about sex. Nobody had taught the village women anything about sex. They were all at the mercy of their men, who were more ignorant and not inclined to help their women. After all, they got theirs. The midwife helped deliver babies. Sadly, nobody showed women that there was another side to sex, a fun side.”
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