Crag the Giant
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 17: Babies
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 17: Babies - 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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Siggy’s my mate, and Leuw is in training. What a life. I realized I was so much happier now. I have decided I will NEVER mate with a giantess again. Shale had been a real sweety but her little sister had me ready to swear off giantesses for life. If I played my cards right with Arquis, there may be more mage pussy to be had in the future. Who knows, she may send a lady friend my way.
I couldn’t help myself. Every time one of them got close, I would pick up my girls and play with them for a few moments. I would kiss them, and they would jump away and go back to doing what they were doing, while giggling at me. I fondled and teased them all day long. Leuw fell right into letting me tease her. I think her parents were a good example. She thought of this as normal behavior and enjoyed every grope and smooch.
Arquis had borne us a daughter, and for the first year of her life, I visited her at her house in the village. The two Bafar Brothers, the morons, had completed it long before our daughter was born.
Arquis has a live-in girl who helps care for Soozee and does chores around the house. Arquis is not one to lie around, but babies are physically draining and require a lot of effort. Just washing diapers takes a lot of time every day. I think diapers are the real reason for the live-in girl, Obas.
One thing of note is Arquis’s tits. She has larger ones now because she’s nursing a dozen times a day.
Before she gave us our son, Seezar, they started to dry up, but I think his pregnancy froze her big tits at this new, larger size. Her tits fit in my huge hands; she has sizable tits now! Throughout her pregnancies, I would visit her weekly. We fucked on average once or twice a month. She is not as amorous as I am.
I don’t think Arquis has the same level of desire as Siggy. I have noticed over the years that some women are ready every minute of the day. Some like sex once or twice a week, and others only on occasion. Arquis was an on-occasion type of woman.
When I visited, we enjoyed each other’s company and talked quite a bit. Her housekeeper, Obas, usually kept the baby occupied in another room. Obas was a strange sort, seeming withdrawn from everything but the baby. Perhaps she was a little simple. Perhaps Arquis put a hex on her so she would constantly be watching over Seezar.
Soozee, our daughter, is a fat, overfed little thing. She learned to walk early and enjoys running through the house. Her little fat feet go pitter-patter to and fro constantly. She’s either running, sleeping, or feeding.
During one of my visits, Arquis became pregnant again with Seezar, our son. Arquis had difficulty with him because she was suffering from a bad case of morning sickness. Between the herbalist and me, we nursed her through that period.
Seezar was a difficult birth as he was a breech baby. The midwife, Minia, said this had been a close one. I wasn’t there at the time. Men don’t hang around for that. I had a few days where my stomach was such a mess that I couldn’t eat.
Having Siggy around for years, and now Arquis and even Leuw, I had started to change. I knew I loved these women. Arquis, I knew, planned to leave eventually. I tried not to fall for her, but Arquis’s flawless beauty and steady, calming presence broke down my barriers. I knew I was screwed when I realized I would do anything for any of these women.
Leuw came to live with us not long after Seezar was born.
After two weeks with us, Leuw decided she wanted a full share in our life. I was sitting with Siggy on my face one evening after bath time. Leuw mounted up on me and skewered her little pussy on the end of my cock.
She took the first four digits at first. By the time she was done, she had my entire cock in her with me bumping her cervix firmly.
Leuw’s a huncher. When she’s on top and in charge of the fucking, she has a way of swinging her hips forward and pounding her pussy on me with her back bent. She hunches as hard as she can.
Every movement she makes is a real exercise. I have to keep her slowed down. She would get so hot and work so hard, she’d run out of energy. Then she would come to a complete stop before she was able to cum, sobbing in frustration.
Arquis bought a trap, a stylish type of cart. It came with a pony, which she kept at the village corral. The man who owns the corral hooks it up for her when she comes out to visit me. She visits weekly, so I get time with our daughter, and she and Siggy talk a lot. She leaves Seezar in town with Obas, the sitter-housekeeper.
Leuw talks when Arquis visits, but she takes a decided back seat to the others. I think Arquis spooks her or something. I visit Arquis and Soozee in town as often as I can.
Soozee is a chatterbox. We go for walks, and I tell her about the mountain, and she tells me the things she sees. She only has to be told a plant or animal’s name once. The next time she sees it, she will point and excitedly tell you that’s a stink plant, or that’s a yellow-banded tree snake. It’s fun having a daughter as she engages with the world with so much wonder.
One day before I visited Arquis and the kids, I was cooling off with a brew in the pub when Melda came up to me. She asked if she could talk to me. I had just delivered a load of firewood for the current blacksmith. I was hot and parched, so I was here for a drink and a rest.
“Sure, Melda, have a seat. What can I do for you?”
“Well, mom told me to talk to you about learning things.”
“Like I taught her?”
I had taught Malda, her mother, the fine art of blow jobs. Malda was a successful waitress who helped pay the bills by assisting some customers here. Usually, the wealthier kind that’s just passing through.
“Yes, Mom said I need to know these things to continue working here. I am getting a lot of attention from men now.”
I wasn’t surprised. Her mother’s a voluptuous woman, and little Melda isn’t so little anymore. Her chemise is immodestly cut with a low square opening, and her skirts are above the knee. She is a delicious sight.
Oh boy. Most of the waitresses visited with a few select patrons later at closing time. The codeword for this was “Can you turn down my covers for me?” Which meant, “Visit with me and help me with my big problem.”
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