Crag the Giant
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 5: Aloe
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5: Aloe - 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
When I got back to the cabin after dealing with the disease, I had a long soak in the stream. Then I spent several days recuperating my strength and making up for lost sleep. I spent many an hour slumbering in my comfortable chair.
The good part was that both girls were considerate to me. I knew I had to eventually go to town, or I would never have gotten out of the chair and back to work. Darn it, I had so many hugs and sweet kisses from the two of them, I was getting spoiled.
I knew Garnet had warmed up to me. She and I had unfinished business, and hopefully, she was as ready as I was. New pussy is always a temptation. I was lying in bed waiting for the third night for them in anticipation. They completely disrobed and slid into bed with me. Siggy started the ball rolling by crawling partway onto me.
Siggy made love to me, and Garnet watched.
A few days later, I was in town making my usual firewood deliveries. I visited Deah, the herb lady in the village. She made her living growing herbs for the village. She had asked me the week before to bring in some ginger root. Her ginger developed a fungus, and she discarded it.
Deah said, “I don’t eat ginger root, although a lot of folks do. I sometimes add a few slices of the root if I have a large game-fowl in the stew-pot and I want to conceal its gamy taste.”
“Ginger is good for that, but I pick the slices of ginger out of my bowl. It’s too sharp by itself to eat. Even after I simmer it in the stew-pot all day, anyway, that’s jus’ me.”
I brought her several ginger roots bound with the dirt that surrounded them. They were clean rags and very damp. Siggy put this in a canvas satchel for me.
Deah and I were talking about planting it some way from where the other soil was. Digging up the suspect soil and disposing of it in an outside fire pit.
I said, “You can always reuse the soil after it’s purged by fire. It won’t be quite as rich as it was, but mixed back in will not be a waste of a few bushels of good dirt.”
Deah said, “Yes, I’ll try that. I have another thing I wish to discuss with you. Do you remember back about seventeen years ago when you and I met in the woods outside of town?”
“Oh yes, I do. A memorable day for me. Why do you ask? Do you want to revisit those times? You’re still a comely woman, Deah. But I thought you were happy with your husband, Ecvinn.”
Deah said, “He he, I am, so don’t jump to conclusions, my good friend. Our brief tryst taught me much. I used that knowledge on Ecvinn, and it greatly helped me to seduce him. He thinks he seduced me.”
Deah said, “But you gave me the confidence to show him a little of my tits. The clincher came later, when I ‘accidentally’ let him see my legs - almost all the way up. I didn’t show him the whole prize, but enough that he got very interested.”
I said, “Accidentally, huh? I’ll bet. So, you’re not interested in a dangerous liaison with poor old Crag? What can I do for you, dear?”
“Uh, it’s about my daughter Aloe. She’s of age now at fifteen. She’s developed enough that she’s becoming fretful about boys. I wondered if you might be persuaded to give her the same life lesson you gave me.”
I pondered for just a second. It’s not a secret around many of the village women that ‘old Crag’ knew his way around the female body. Over the decades, I had introduced many of the hot-to-trot young girls in town to my form of lovemaking.
Evidently, their mother-daughter discussions made Deah concerned for Aloe.
Almost all the girls in my past were happy with their the Crag experience. Most girls’ first time does not go well. None that I knew of thought I had done a bad job.
Mostly, they worried about my size. The truth is, if a baby can come out of a woman, my giant size member can feel darn good — if they are wet enough. I always make them more than wet enough.
It always goes well with me. I treat them as the special person they are. After all, I am getting a precious present from them. I also had long periods of celibacy over the years. With gentleness and patience, I always make it a good experience for them.
It’s rare that a girl does not get her jollies with me, even on their first time. They are always nervous or worried then. A century of experience teaches someone like me a lot.
Most of the village women were happy to have ‘run into Crag’ as the call it and gained greatly from the experience. The clandestine meetings usually start just out of sight up my trail a little. Usually, this would occur around the bend a few hundred feet up the trail, out of sight and sound of the village. Doing it this way is discreet. Walking through town with a nubile teen girl hand-in-hand was looking for trouble.
Since the village women were in on the secret, friends and relatives would clue girls in. They needed the what, when, and where of things. This made things simpler for me. I would meet them up the path, and we would go from there.
With the small village population, this occurred with many nubile girls. I happened between one and four times a year for me. Often, they visited me again. I limited them to two encounters per girl. This was for my safety.
It kept girls from falling too much in lust with my bigger-than-normal member. At their tender age, lust and love are easily confused.
So I allow two meetings only. I gave them many instructions on ‘how-to’ and included things for their safety as well. I tell them how to avoid pregnancy and how to recognize disease. Importantly, I taught them how to discern if their would-be lover is the right or wrong choice. Is he open to her advances, caring, and willing to listen to her? Will he accept a little gentle guidance?
I said, “I would love to teach Aloe, Deah, she’s a sweet girl. Tell you what, I’ll be in next week on the sixth day. I will stop by to say hello, and you can tell Aloe to head over to my trail. Have her go around that first bend, out of sight.”
“Oh, thank you, Crag. You’re such a sweet man for taking care of us village women all these years. We know you don’t have to bring firewood for everyone. Most of us understand that those who can’t afford to pay still get firewood. Those who benefit most, usually have been us, women.”
“I’m glad to help any of my neighbors, particularly any of the pretty, kind, and young girls, who are all so pretty.”
She said, “Ha, I’m sure you do enjoy it. I remember our times well. You get more pussy than the king does.”
“If you treat each pussy with affection, they will be affectionate right back, that’s my motto. It’s known that he who pisses off his woman often ends up sleeping in a chair or on the floor. I prefer the former to the latter.”
We closed out our conversation by discussing herbs and other small plants for a while.
On the sixth day, I dropped by Deah’s to leave a packet of Karga broccoli seeds. I knew she liked one type of broccoli, and this was a different variety from her normal blue colored broccoli. I didn’t care for either type, but I would eat them. It was an excuse to drop by in case Ecvinn was around.
After talking with Deah, I hastened back toward my trail.
I drove the wagon around the first bend, and Aloe was standing there looking nervous. It was her first big day.
“Hop on the wagon, Aloe, we will go up a little bit further.”
“I could tell she was under stress since she was wide-eyed and panting a little.”
“How much has your mother told you?”
She replied, “Mother told me almost nothing. I sometimes peek and see Mom and Dad doing it, but they’re always under the covers. I have no idea what’s going on under there.”
“I do know I like Bosca when I meet with him. I get warm feelings, think about kissing, and imagine being held by him. That’s as far as I have gone. I want him, but don’t know how to get him.”
“Well, I’m here as much for Bosca as I am for you.”
“You are? I don’t understand.”
Looking at her, I paused a moment to look at her and take her in. I had known her all her short life, but this was the first time we had spent any time alone.
Aloe has bright, shiny, brown hair with lighter highlights. Her hair goes halfway down her back. She has delicate features, a small nose, and mouth. Her large eyes are amber-brown and shine healthily. She dressed as a typical teen, which is slightly daring. She shows some cleavage and half her legs.
Aloe’s slender, so it’s hard to tell what her body looks like because women’s fashions are somewhat baggy in the village. The bloom of youth is on her, and I bet every boy in town is interested. She needs to be careful, or she could end up a mother before she finds herself a husband.
I stopped the wagon. “Let’s talk and walk a little, OK?”
“That’s fine.”
I started, “Today is for you. I will introduce you to some new, very fun things that two people can do. I know you have no experience, so relax and enjoy what we do together. Today you will learn a few eye-opening things.”
“Next week I will show you even more, like how to get Bosca or whoever you choose to mate with, to want to share the same fun things we will do today.”
I said, “There are a few dangers to sex, like getting with child. You don’t want to get pregnant, so care must be exercised to prevent that.
“As we go along, if you don’t like something, please feel free to let me know. Try to enjoy what we do. They say it takes two to dance. If only one of us is moving to the music, we will have less fun.”
She said, “Crag, I don’t understand about Bosca. I thought boys already knew how to do this stuff. You didn’t say it in so many words...”
“Boys only think they know how to do things. Nobody tells them. They talk amongst themselves and invent untrue things. If left alone to their own devices, your first time would be short and probably painful. One or two boys like that, and you might give up on them. A few single women in town have done that.”
“After that, every time you do IT you will probably feel frustrated. You will become lukewarm to the whole idea of having sex. Being unhappy has ruined many marriages. That’s likely why your mother asked me to help you. To make sure you enjoy it as much as she does.”
“You did it with Mom, too?”
I said, “Yes, you figured that out, huh? Long before you were born, we did it, as you say. You need to keep this secret. A lot of men would react angrily to this.”
“Oh ... OH! yes, that would be bad. So what now? We’ve stopped.”
I said, “First off, we hug, then we kiss, then we fool around a little.”
She said, “Kissing and hugging me, I know about. What’s fooling around?”
“We can pet and fondle each other in interesting areas, over our clothes to start.”
“You mean like touching my boobies, don’t you? Mine are girl-sized, nothing at all like Mom’s are.”
I said, “Yes, I’m interested in your boobies too. Boobies are special because they are all different and precious. They feed babies, so they are very necessary. Men don’t have them, so we are always thrilled to see them or, better yet, to sample them as an occasional delicacy. We, men, like them because they feel soft and smell good too.”
“Smell good?”
I said, “Yes, and they taste good too. Giants have an exceptional sense of smell. Where you may smell a few things, and not very well, we smell a whole other world. Almost everything tells us a story. Smell is associated with taste. Taste is something I sense more keenly than humans do.
Continuing, “Most men feel with their hands and lips and such. My senses are flooded with a fanfare of smells, tastes, sounds, and sexy feelings. Life is more than sight and touch. I also sense living things farther away. For example, a big cat is sleeping in a tree off to your left about a half-mile.”
“Wow. Is he dangerous? This makes us humans seem lesser somehow.”
“The village is what humans prefer. I need my senses in the woods. I use them and exercise them all the time.”
I reached out and pulled her in for a hug. She looked at me in question and hung there for a minute while I held her. “Let’s hold hands while we walk back to the wagon.”
I asked, “Are you not sure about hugging and holding hands?”
Seeing her reaction, I asked, “Don’t your parents and brothers hug you?”
“Mom does, the family males do not. When I was younger, I didn’t understand why they were that way. Now it feels weird somehow. I can’t remember the last time my father hugged me.”
“Yes, your body gives you messages when you see Bosca, right? You are interested in him, what he does, how he looks, you want to attract him to you and make Bosca yours, right?”
“Yes, when I see him I feel gooey inside, and my heart runs so fast.”
I said, “The first step in courting is when someone feels that way and desires the other’s attention. Usually, it’s the girl who feels it. Men feel attracted further down their body than their heart or stomach.”
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