Crag the Giant
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 2: A Wife?
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2: A Wife? - 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 Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual High Fantasy Paranormal Magic Harem Petting Safe Sex Big Breasts Size Small Breasts
Crag continued speaking with Lierin, the young female elf.
Lierin said, “I think I understand. I have a confession to make. There was a reason I wanted you to plunder my tender young body, you brute. I’m only 21 years old. As an elf, I won’t come into season for a few more years. You are a cad and a cradle robber, sir!”
She paused, “So, happily, our union will not bear fruit.”
Alas, a long relationship was not to be. Lierin was only with me a week and a half before she continued on her journey westward. I dearly loved her and fell pretty hard for her; however, I saw from the first that she didn’t return that love. She was very responsive to my lovemaking, but we were too different to live together for very long.
My coarse giant features put her off. I am nowhere as ugly as an ogre, but I am not comely enough for her delicate elven taste. She likely prefers the prettiness of elven men. I am just calling it as I see it.
We both gained from the experience. Lierin had a chance to pause, rest, and get ready to continue her journey. She learned enough about men to make better choices in the future. She also knows lovemaking now.
I realized I had put off taking in a woman for too long. Lierin’s presence reminded me that women can be a blessing. For that reason, I wrote my mother a letter asking her to find a giant woman for me. It was time. I was more than ready to start a giant family. I couldn’t go east to gather a wife because I had too many important responsibilities here.
Whoever came to visit would not have problems. Nobody ever tried to take advantage of a female giant. We men are almost unstoppable; an angry female giantess is nothing you ever want to experience - ever!
Things went along well for a few weeks until I felt an unwelcome presence down the mountain. Whoever this person is, they felt out of place. I pulled my shirt off, put on my brigandine armor, then a large leather shirt over that. I gathered my weapons belt and attached my weapons. I shut and locked my door, then started heading downhill towards the trespasser.
When I got close to the man, I used woodcraft to sneak up on him. He probably couldn’t hear me anyway, because he was busy cutting wood.
Loudly, I said,” What do you think you are doing here, human?”
“What’s it look like to you? I am cutting this tree into logs for my cabin.”
“So, you’re trespassing on my property and stealing my pre-felled log. I cut that for firewood. I feel insulted as well. Should I kill you now, or torture you first?”
“Ha, I own this land. I have a patent from the new king, asshole.”
“You do? Let me see your patent.”
“I don’t have to, asshole.”
I pulled my large battle axe off my belt and swung it back and forth, making it whoosh, threateningly.
“You won’t need to breathe any longer if you don’t.”
He put his small human axe down, went to a pack, and pulled out a paper. “Here, asshole, read it and weep.”
I took it and stepped back from him. I held the paper in my left hand and watched him over the top of the paper. It read that it was a royal patent, signed by an underling. It said the bearer of this writ was awarded 25 hectares of land for services to the king.
It has a few caveats: one was that he had to improve the land in some way; more importantly, he could only settle on unoccupied land.
“You know, dick-face, that this says it must be unoccupied land. You are a thief and a moron.”
I continued, “This mountain has belonged to my family for over a thousand years. My relatives planted each and every tree here. It started as a rocky, hardscrabble mess suitable only for a few starving goats. Not only are you trying to steal it, but you also lied about your worthless patent.”
“You are not a person by Eastland standards.”
“So, I am not a person?” I said as I threw my axe.
He had a startled look as he tumbled forward to the ground, very dead with my axe deep in his chest.
“Not a person indeed!” I talked down at his corpse.
“A non-person just killed you because you’re too stupid to be able to survive up here on my mountain.”
After my anger left me, I realized I didn’t have to do anything to him. The animals up here would have taken care of him within a week. He smells enough that he would have attracted a carnivore that thought of him as food.
I knew he could not have lasted. The first bear or mountain lion, or any other hungry predator that saw him would eat his city ass within weeks.
I returned to the cabin to pick up some digging tools and to eat. I made a quick lunch from a slice of bread and a piece of ham I had traded for in town. What took time was making the tea to wash it down with.
When I got back to his body a couple of hours later, it looked like the local wolf pack family had found him.
I sensed them just a few hundred yards away. I had disturbed their feast. I left and returned home for the rest of the day. Wolves need to eat, too. They help keep the mountain cleaned up. I could clean up the leftover bones tomorrow. They had helped me immensely.
The following morning, I dug a shallow grave, threw his bones in it, and covered it. The smaller animals had picked the bones very clean. I burned his “patent,” so it would not fall into unscrupulous hands.
I wasn’t too worried. Now that I thought about it, killing the asshole had been hasty. I never understood snotty little humans with no magic. Looking down their noses at other beings.
Magic beings with other traits that were obviously much more useful than a sour attitude. Human lives are short; they constantly fight with each other. By the time they gain a little wisdom, they are usually dead or old. It’s a shame.
I lived in an area that had recently been settled by humans. We giants were the original settlers here on this island continent.
The village locals knew not to enter my woods. Not because I forbade it or anything. They know it is very dangerous for them here. Actually, this land has always belonged to our family. Humans encroached here a few hundred years ago. Technically, the village land was mine, too.
Magic people are in tune with our environment. We mate just often enough to maintain enough of us to continue our race. Humans, on the other hand, breed like rabbits. It is not uncommon for a pair of humans to have ten or more children. In another 1,000 years, our island continent will be overrun with them.
After burying the stupid man, I fetched the mules and hooked up the wagon so I could take firewood to town. I loaded the wagon with a half load of wood, plus two red deer I had been hanging to season for several days. I also added a bale of rabbit furs. On the way down the mountain, I shot a pheasant with my bow.
I didn’t always share my deer with the townsfolk, but these two were in excess of my needs. I kept catching these same two deer nibbling in my garden.
I had warned them once by chasing them off. I shot them with a slingshot the second time I caught them. The third time, they were harvested for their crime. Being caught in my garden a third time was their ending.
They would not leave my red potato leaves alone. If they eat the leaves, the potatoes cannot grow. Lucky for me, I had sensed their presence and stopped them from ruining my garden.
The red potato leaves are so tasty that people also enjoy eating them. But if the deer eat the leaves down to nothing, I will have no potatoes come Winter. They also like nibbling the tops of carrots, radishes, and spring onions.
I plant the red potatoes earliest because they have a long growing season. Every year, I move where I plant my crops. I also grow the orange and the white varieties of potato.
I maintain the road into town. A couple of times a year, I use a garden scythe and axe to keep the trees and bushes from taking over. Even though it is well-maintained, nobody uses it but me.
When I got to town, I found I had a giant female visitor from the eastern mountains.
Her name is Shale Verbarg. She’s thirty-two years old and thought it might be healthier further out west with me. The Easterners thought they could displace the people from their mountains with their recent war. I think that was only an excuse to grab someone else’s land.
Shale was using the recent war in the East as an excuse to come here. She told me she is seeking a traditional, short-term, giant family arrangement.
I went around delivering the firewood, deer, and hides. I introduced Shale to most of the people in town as I did my business. I doubled down on getting bread with a house guest to think about.
Shale said, “It was worth the trip here, just for this stew.” We were sitting in the inn’s eating room, enjoying their thick goat stew with bread and cheese.”
I replied, “The baker is acceptable, but living out here, far from civilization, does not lend itself to new things. Her bread is boring and changeless.”
She said, “I have a sister in Riverbend, that’s a good size town. Now they have many good breads. Have you been there?”
I said, “No. I have pretty much stayed here for decades. I am usually the only one here who can go into my forest.”
“Is that because of Mountain Magic?”
“No. The forest is thick with game because that’s what my forefathers and uncles wanted. It is full of several types of deer, rabbits, and birds of all kinds. I have giant squirrels, some wild goats, and many mountain sheep, which are difficult to hunt.”
“The real problem is that there is also every type of predator you can think of. There are bears in brown, gray, and white varieties. For dogs, I have wolves, coyotes, and foxes - both the red and gray varieties. Then there are the cats: mountain lions, bobcats, and many kinds of smaller tree cats. Plus, there are the snakes, although they are not venomous; some are weakly venomous.”
She said, “Oh my goodness, but they will leave us alone, won’t they? White bears did you say?”
I said, “They leave us alone usually. The white bear I ran into might have been an albino. We are thousands of leagues from the ocean. He died of something, probably a fight he had with a brown bear.”
“What do you mean by leave us alone, usually?”
I said, “You can come across sick or crazy animals. Most animals naturally avoid us because we carry our own mountain magic that repels. I always keep weapons with me just in case. Sick animals are somewhat rare, but let a big cat get the foam-mouth disease, and who knows what can happen.”
I said, “OK, we have arrived. This is my home.”
She said, “Oh, your cabin looks lovely. I was worried it was an old, broken-down shack.”
“Ha ha, no. I totally redid it decades ago. It’s very well set up and in excellent condition.”
“It’s almost pink.”
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