Crag the Giant
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 18: Last Chapter
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 18: Last Chapter - 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
“Should I go get one?”
“Not for me. It won’t fit my cock, plus I can’t get you pregnant. Magical people can only have babies with other magical people.”
“Oh, that’s good. I’ll get to feel the real thing.”
“Take notice that mine’s dripping from the end. That indicates it is more than ready for some fun. Even though you took the edge off with my blow job, your delicious body, and the smell of sweet young pussy in the air. It has my cock’s undivided attention. At this point, the only thing a man can think of is getting into you. If you had only wanted to do a quick blow job in the beginning, you need to do it and leave as soon as you can. If not, you may be here half the night on your back.”
“Just a few thoughts. OK, time for kissing lessons.” I kissed her. I nuzzled her. I had her kiss back and nuzzle with me. I worked her fine tits and had her rub my chest and back and give light scratches to see if a man likes that. We moved on to open-mouth kisses and then introduced the tongue, which Melda liked a lot. Dueling tongues and tit petting had her worked up.
“At this point, he wants to be inside you. If you’re not wet, you need to spit on your fingers and wet the outside of your pussy slit. It can be painful for you and him if you’re dry there. It takes minutes to get wet. Being dry can cause minutes of discomfort or even pain.”
A couple of months earlier, I was in town delivering two young bucks and several rabbits to the butcher. Bedi Erin saw me, came to my table, and asked if she could talk to me.
“Of course, dear, you know I’m kind and treat everyone with respect.”
She said, “Could we go further into the back? Is this a private question?”
I said, “Yes, let’s go to the corner table.”
We waited for her cup of Lady Mead to arrive before starting.
I began, “So, what did you want to talk about?” I could tell she was nervous. I had known Bedi all of her nineteen short years, and she’s always been the quiet one.
“Umm, I have a problem, and the other day I was talking to Deah. She said you could help me. You helped her when she was younger. I’m nineteen now, and well, uh, I’ve never been kissed.”
“Um-hmm. I guess you want to know that and maybe a tiny bit more?”
“Yes. I know nothing about any of that stuff, and I have refused to spark with any of the boys. They smell, and you don’t. My fear and ignorance are going to leave me an old spinster. “I’m already almost a spinster. I need to get over my fear, or I will never have any children. Deah told me you are gentle and you will get me past my dumb fear of the unknown.”
“Hmmm, uh, well, I have helped a few over the past century.”
“Century? Darn if you don’t look a tiny bit older than me. You’re quite handsome for someone of your great size. I’ve only seen Shale and Garnet besides you. Shale was very nice.”
“Ha ha, you just summed them up without being impolite.”
Bedi had sparked a recent memory. I had been to see Arquis recently, and she was in her bedroom, sitting at a little table and looking at herself. She had some magic spell going on as I could feel its power.
There was a rectangular vision of her, shimmering on the wall, reflecting her face and upper body. I walked behind her for the first time in my life, and I saw what I really looked like over her shoulder. Before this, I had only seen poor flashes of my looks in a bucket or pool of still water.
“Would you like to see yourself better?”
“Could I?”
“Of course, dear.”
She got up, and I sat. I am twice Arquis’s size and then some. She looks tiny standing behind me with her hands resting on my shoulders. I am shirtless, and my chest is covered in a light mat of brown hair. It’s not overly hairy, but enough that you know I am very much a male.
My face is square-jawed, but not brutish-looking. My nose is strong, but not wide or squashed-looking like many giants’. There is no hair on my head, which is normal for an adult giant male. Overall, I think I look more human than the other giant men I saw growing up.
I have broad shoulders and blue-gray eyes. It’s a kindly face at this point. How could a man not be kindly with Arquis in the room? Her hands are on my shoulders. I had known her for several years at this point. I enjoyed her company quite a lot. Being near her brought me a feeling of tranquility.
My ears are pointed a little and stick out. I guess that lets me hear better. My face and head are hairless. My older brothers look nowhere near as good as I do, if I don’t say so myself; I’m much better looking than they are.
I guess the big difference between a human man and me, besides my especially tall stature, is that I am quite brawny and tall. I have wide shoulders and a lot of muscles from felling trees and processing the wood. A nice-looking man overall.
Back in the present, I looked at Bedi and took her looks in. She’s tall and what you would call big boned. She’s broad in the hips and chest and seems to have a sizable uplifted bosom. Her face is round, but pleasant. Her hair is brown, with many highlights that make it a lighter shade, but in different light it changes. Her eyes are a very light gray. Her complexion is very light, almost white. I can see light-blue traces of her veins on her arms and upper chest, so her skin appears thin.
Bedi’s lips are medium in width and not very full. Her small nose almost turns up at the end. She’s not beautiful by any stretch of imagination, but she is comely. Men who like well-stacked women could watch her walk away all day. That’s probably most of us.
How could nobody not want to tap that pussy? Hell, I want to tap her right now. OK, OK, I want to tap almost every female I see, but she has a soft, feminine quality. She has a very nice, hourglass shape. Men should be falling all over themselves to get to her. What the hell?
“Tell you what, why don’t we meet? I will head towards home. You sit here and finish your drink. Go behind the houses and head towards my place. Try not to be seen so the busybodies don’t see you. I’ll meet you around the first corner on the trail up the mountain. How does that sound? We’ll start kissing lessons today.”
“I would like to learn very much, thank you, Crag.”
Fifteen minutes later, she showed up.
“The first thing you need to learn, Bedi, is how to hug. Kissing is usually step two, unless someone’s just giving you a quick peck.”
“Yes, I’ve had those. They don’t do much.”
“That’s without a hug; kissing doesn’t feel much like anything. That kind of kiss is more like a hello or goodbye from a good friend.”
I moved closer and put my arms out. Bedi slowly edged into my arms, and I put them around her and leaned in for a nice upper-body hug. I took in her own body perfume. She naturally smells nice, and her hug is warm, and her tits feel quite good on my chest.
“Now a kiss.” I leaned down and pressed my lips lightly to Bedi’s for a moment. Then I waited several moments and went in for another kiss. She stepped closer and hugged me closer. I felt her body tremble. This was a momentous first for her.
I paused the kissing, and she came right back for more, stepping even closer. When she did that, my prong was poking her mid belly. It occurred to me she has a very soft, womanly body. Her body warmth is thrilling. I felt heat coming across the bridge of our two bodies. It’s not a new feeling, but her softness feels like something else. She started brushing herself back and forth against my cock.
I softly said, “Let’s be more comfortable.”
I went to the wagon, pulled the blanket out, and laid it on a grassy spot. I motioned her over as I lay on my right side. I put my right arm out and patted the empty spot next to me. She lay down with her head on my right arm.
We went right back to kissing. We were on our sides, and she moved up tight into my cock. Bedi’s mouth is quite damp at this point as we slide our mouths back and forth. We’re getting as much sensory feeling and passion as we could from our kissing. I slipped a tongue in on her, and because our lips were so wet, she didn’t realize it at first.
She leaned back and looked at me for a second, took a deep breath, and we went back to it. We tongue-lipped each other, graduating to in-mouth tongue kissing. By now, my left hand was inside her chemise, feeling her up since I’d untied it at the top. Her sweet, large tit is warm, of course. It’s soft.
A steady chain of “umm” sounds is coming from her, and her body is undulating against me. She threw her right leg over me so she could get in closer. I used my right hand to put it on her leg for a minute on the outside. I started petting her legs over her skirt.