Crag the Giant
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 4: Garnet the Giantess
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 4: Garnet the Giantess - 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
I like Siggy a lot. She’s energetic in bed and cooks like nobody else. Siggy was not happy about my upcoming visitor. She felt threatened by her. She felt I would only be interested in Garnet, because she is of the giant race, like I am.
Siggy had some good things going for her. Boy, can she cook! She cooks well, with a variety of flavors and aromas, and she makes dishes I have never had before. She also lets me be me. That is something that Giant women cannot seem to do. I also am not looking forward to a giantess coming here.
Siggy and I had been getting along quite well. She wants to stay here with me. I told her she needed to stay with me, and I want that just as much. Garnet likely would be here until her child or children grew up enough to move back home. Siggy was here first. She could stay with me forever if she wants.
By now, Siggy and I were pretty close and getting much closer. I had never been close to a woman like her, and we were growing very close. We often hugged or held each other for no reason at all. It felt comforting somehow. It felt good.
I never had that with any giantess. Siggy and I often talked about totally unimportant things. No giantess would ever talk for the sake of just ‘being with someone.’ They are taciturn to a fault. You never knew what was on a giantess’s mind unless you were in trouble with her; then watch out. Being with one was sticky all the time, to say the least. I do not subscribe to the notion that I have to follow someone else’s capricious moods.
It started me thinking. That’s usually dangerous. We male giants generally leave home to live on our own. I was beginning to think it’s because giant women are such a serious pain in the ass to be around. The sex is good, but sadly, giant women feel the need to be the boss. That makes little sense.
Was this the reason giant men usually became loners? I was not looking forward to Garnet’s coming, not one bit. I have a happy existence now and do not want another bossy giantess disrupting my happiness. My mountain, my house, and that’s how I felt.
The day finally arrived. As luck would have it, Siggy was with me one day when we went to town since she needed to get supplies. Her bread experiments had gone so well that we ate fresh bread every day. So much so that Siggy was experimenting with adding small seeds or coarse grains to her bread. The flavors and textures she was coming up with were fantastic. One bread she had made was a plump, flat loaf with dill weed in it.
If Siggy had wanted, she could have stolen all the baker’s business. This is because she now makes several types of delicious bread. The baker has one boring recipe that uses sodium bicarb, which has an aftertaste.
It’s what she does to the loaf after baking it that’s genius. Shit, dill weed is just a weed, right? In bread, it is so flavorful that you have to hold back your hunger for it, or you will have no bread for tomorrow. You would eat it until the loaf was gone.
Siggy starts with goat cream and adds a touch of vinegar; this is the start of the bread’s filling. The vinegar thickens the cream somehow. Then she adds a few chopped chives or young onion tops into the cream. Then she adds a sprinkling of salt and mixes it up with more dill sprigs.
Then Siggy cuts the center section out of the loaf of dill weed bread. She breaks the center section into smaller pieces that go around the loaf. It all sits on a platter. Then she puts the modified cream mixture into the hollowed-out bread loaf.
The mixture had sat in the cool box for a while before it was ready. Then, you dip the bread chunks into the tasty cream filling. It makes a delicious meal all on its own.
I had heard of the cool box, and it recently became available in our town. A cool-box is a rectangular box made from clay fired in a hot oven. It has a compartment on top for adding water. The water in the tray built into the top evaporates, cooling the inside of the box. The top half of the box stays moist and cool. The clay allows some water to soak into the box.
Butter solidifies in it, and it does not go rancid. The cool box is good for vegetables, and you can keep things like stew overnight. Covered stew will last two days.
I can get goat milk in town, and the cool-box milk lasts much longer. That’s where Siggy got the cream. We bought milk, and she skimmed it to get the cream. It does not take much cream for her dill recipe.
—— We were in town getting supplies when a young giantess approached me. “Are you Crag?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Hello, I am Garnet ... Who’s your friend, raising her eyebrows while looking towards Siggy.
“She’s my girlfriend, Siggy, as things would have it.”
“Oh, a Girlfriend. I should have written ahead. We didn’t know about your new situation.”
I said, “You wouldn’t have. It has happened recently. Would it bother you to have her around, because I am attached to Siggy?”
She replied, “To be honest, I am not sure.”
She’d paused, probably thinking about it.
“Umm, coming from a house that is full of women, being alone with a man for years did leave me feeling uncomfortable. So, having her around could work,” she smiled at the idea.
I said, “Let me ask you, did your father live in his own house?”
“Yes. He cares a lot for my mother, but there are always a few of us around, and he can’t deal with all of us very well. He loves us - uhm, but sort of from a distance. Do you have any idea why this is?”
I said, “Oh, I do! If you stay, we can talk about it some other day. The thing is, it wouldn’t be right for me to set Siggy aside. I’m not sure we’re a family yet.”
“I do know I’ve grown really attached to her, and she’s grown attached to me. She is also a wonderful cook, and I enjoy good food.”
I continued, “For now, we need to decide what to do. We have room for you, and we welcome you. You will find Siggy to be a good person and an excellent helper around the cabin. You might learn a lot about cooking from her; normal giant cooking does not compare to her cooking.”
“Her father was a cook for a noble, so she knows a lot of tricks and different ways of doing things.”
I went on, “I should tell you now, I am not your typical grumpy giant. Siggy has tamed me somewhat. Did your sister tell you about my mountain and my cabin?”
“Well. I am looking to live someplace new, for a change. It has been an adventure just getting here. I met many people and talked to them along the way. Down here near a river is quite different from life in the mountains.”
“How old are you, if I may ask?”
“Um, I’m sixteen, is that a problem?”
“No, quite the opposite. The humans have a saying, get your woman while they are young, and you can raise them the way you want them. Ha ha.”
“Ha ha, my butt!” But she’d smiled.
( Maybe this won’t be too bad ) Siggy was giggling. “How do you think? This big lug is over a century old, and I’m only nineteen. You and I can talk later.”
( Uh-oh, they are already making plans against me. ) I stated, “Siggy needs to do some shopping. Why don’t you go with her? She has a few silvers, and you can pick something up if you have a need. I am going to the tavern for a dark ale. Pick me up when you’re ready.”
Strangely, they walked off together, chatting amiably.
— — The tavern is where I always stop because that’s where the gossip is. Men gossip too; we are just more direct and do it in one place. I stop in for gossip because it keeps me informed about what’s going on.
The village’s tavern, restaurant, or bar is the downstairs part of the inn. An hour there and two glasses of dark ale, and I have become up to date on what’s going on around our area. If there is a need for the shire’s ranger; I.e, me, this is where I usually find out about it.
I worry about the local problems. We only have one town drunk, and he’s a happy drunk. He’s single for obvious reasons. He once told me, “I don’t have a drinking problem, I drink, I get drunk, I fall down - that’s NOT a problem.”
The girls ( no condescension, they are young and girls to me ) came in. We decided to have a meal before walking up the mountain. After we finished, I paid for the girls’ meals, and we headed home. Poor “Left” is loaded down. It’s a good thing he’s a large mule.
Garnet really hit it off with Left. She walked along with one hand on his shoulder for the first mile and kept quietly talking with him. Not sure what she said, but he didn’t want to return to Right on the knoll when we got home.
Maybe I had been neglecting them since Siggy arrived.
Let’s see, smelly old mule, or a hot young sweetheart of a girl-woman. Which company would you prefer?
For supper, we shared a rabbit stew with a loaf of Siggy’s bread to stretch a meal for two into a meal for three. Today’s bread has sunflower seeds on the outside and inside. She toasted the bread slices and spread lots of butter on them.
We visited the stream after the dishes were done. It’s the first time I’ve gotten to see Garnet in her natural form. She’s slender and a little coltish for a giant. That helps when you compare her to a human. Giants can be very bulky, and that’s thought to be sturdy and useful. This is not an endearing quality for romance.
She has the typical small, flat tits with knobby nipples, but she has somewhat of a waistline and some curves, too. Because she’s slender, it’s a very nice package for a giant female. She excites me.
One odd thing is Garnet’s eyes. They are so dark brown that they are almost black. In low light conditions, it’s a little spooky. She’s blond, of course, and has sparse hair down below and on her armpits. Her legs have a slight smattering of fuzz. Both girls being wet has me very ready for more.
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