Crag the Giant
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 9: Arquis’s House
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 9: Arquis’s House - 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
Arquis said, “Our falling into bed was very, very good. I’m 73. Between being part mage and part elf, I’m still on the young side. Compared to your ‘girls,’ that’s probably forever and a day. How old are you, Crag?”
I said, “Just over a century, I’m 104. I should live for a very long time yet. My Great Uncle lived into his four-hundreds. I work hard, mostly eat my own food, and I eat plenty. I am as healthy as a bear. Have you had children before?”
She said, “No children as of yet. I was actually a virgin until today. I have found most mages to be foppish and vain, effeminate even. None of them was interested in me at all. A non-magical person wouldn’t do it if I wanted a baby.”
“As you know, magic breeds magic. Non-magical people would degenerate our ability. Not sure if I can even get pregnant from a non-magical person. I have not heard of it.”
I said with finality, “You cannot.”
She said, “You, my friend, sent a jolt direct to my pussy and tits when you let me hold your big cock. Your manly odor and your no-nonsense bearing strike a chord deep inside me. You bagged yourself a seventy-three-year-old virgin. You were my first.”
I said, “For crying out loud, yet another virgin! You sure didn’t act like one. There was no timidness or fear.”
“I have been waiting for a proper suitor for quite a few years. I must be too discerning, but I have yearned for a proper mate for seemingly forever. So, I was profoundly invested in our little tryst here today.”
“How could I not be passionate after such an extremely long wait? A suitable man has been difficult to find; it’s even better if he’s hard when you find him, he, hee. You get to see the quality of the goods, he, hee. Then, there’s no doubt about his interest, none at all, Ha haa.”
I said, “So, you’re going to stay in town? You don’t want to meet my girls now?”
“I can meet them some other day. I hope you’re not going to run home and say, ‘Honeys, I found another woman in town. Boy, is she ever great in the sack.’ That could be decidedly dangerous for your future home life.”
“Um, not looking forward to that meeting. My concern is that, between us, our time together will not stay a secret for long. Not in this town. The longer we stay secret, the bigger the blow-up will be. Not good. Not good at all.”
“So, why did you just drop right into bed with me? I know I am somewhat comely, but you didn’t even hesitate at all.”
“Well, I shouldn’t tell you, but not all is rosy at the Crag household. Siggy, my human girlfriend, is in her monthlies, which makes her much grumpier than normal. Garnet, my resident giantess, is being a right bitch about everything. Most likely, it’s caused by morning sickness, and maybe Siggy fires her up a little, being on the rag. The two together have gotten to be much too much lately.
“If one is upset, they both are. They feed upon each other, and I feel like I have to keep putting up with their bullshit and nagging. I do this in the hope that we can get back to calmness. It’s worn me down. I was at wits’ end when I came to town. I was also as randy as a two pecker-ed billy goat.”
“Even before meeting you, I was thinking about staying in town tonight. I wanted to get some personal space, maybe regain my peace of mind. I wanted to get my thinking back to where it should be. It’s dangerous in the wild when your mind is wandering all over the place, worrying over bullshit.”
I said, “Maybe I thought by worrying about them, by my not coming home today, it might change their behavior. I know I’m not going to continue putting up with their shit. I think I have been too kind, and now they have gone too far; they have been getting worse and worse.”
“They feel entitled to blow up at everything they imagine is an issue. They take it out on me as I’m the convenient and only male target. I say they imagine things because their moodiness is the real problem. Until recently, everything was fine.”
“I don’t really know how to go on with them. I was happier before I met them than I am now. Yes, I think I’m done with their bad behavior. Do I care if they get upset? Not much. After many months of sex every night, they got me into a pattern. I was drained and happy. Being cut off from sex for over a week had me almost to the point of murdering one or both.”
She said, “We have yet to resolve our sordid secret here.”
“I don’t know. At this point, I am getting to a place where I don’t think I care. I have spent most of my life alone. We giant men like our solitude. This amplifies the reasoning. Giantesses can be too damned bitchy. Men need time to think, to make good decisions, and to create things. At home, I do not get peace anymore. Garnet is ruining my happy home and taking Siggy down a bitchy path that I hate.”
“Women seem to complicate everything a lot! Two of them fill the room with their incessant chatter, which is bothersome enough. I have no word for how they seem to hem me in. I feel I have lost my freedom. Yes, but worse, a complete loss of control of my home life. I am not used to this. It’s a case of old dogs and new tricks.”
“I don’t have space to just think my own thoughts. They are always wanting me to do something. I don’t seem to have enough separation from them to exist anymore - for my own peace. It was better my being alone than this!”
“Then there is the incessant chatter. Yak yak yak. No matter what I am doing, I hear continuous unending chatter. It’s persistent, pernicious, and, of late, has turned mean and turned on me. How can I even formulate a thought?”
I said, “Present person excluded, of course, Arquis, because I don’t know you very well. Besides, you’re not really trying to move in on me and totally control my life, control my every waking moment.”
“The girls have really taken over my life. I feel like I’ve been overrun by vermin or something similar. Dammit to hell and back!”
Arquis said, “OK, let me rephrase that. Are we having a secret affair, or are we free to go out in public together and damn your idiotic behaving girls? I’ve become hungry.”
I said, “Sorry, I cannot answer that question. I would be proud to be seen with you, as long as I am not an embarrassment to you. As for the girls, FUCK THEM!”
Arquis said, “The folks here don’t know me. You have the high ground here because of the services you are already providing them. They know you well. Since I’m an unknown, our status is whatever we make of it here in the wilds of Centralia, don’t you think?”
I said, “That’s fine for me. I intended to stay in town tonight. Should I get my own room?”
“No, you’re perfectly welcome in mine, very welcome, lover. We will save half a silver. I’ll pay the difference for the cost of your breakfast.”
“And I’ll pay for dinner tonight. Does this sound equitable?”
“Yes, but you mustn’t worry overly about money on my account. I am prosperous on my own. I have done well working as a mage.”
I said, “Where do your talents lie?”
She smiled, “Well, I’m not good at fighting. I think I’m not inclined that way, but I can more than protect myself.”
She continued, “I do well with plants and animals. I’m good at healing. I really excel at making and infusing charms, which is where I made most of my money. Love charms, charms for good health, charms for bright intelligence. These are my most popular charms. I don’t do negative things or dark magic, which makes me feel quite unpleasant and dirty somehow. Those are not my cup of tea.”
“It’s not that I can’t do higher-level magic, because I can. I’m much more comfortable doing the things *I* like to do, and at my pace. Like you, I don’t do well when people push me into doing things I’m not comfortable with.
She went on, “I think I should warn you, my worst talent or bad habit is that I can’t stomach meanness or rude treatment. Not of me or others, I don’t tolerate it well. I have been known to become quite merciless in my dealings with asshole behavior.”
Crag said, “Oh. You just summed up my philosophy on life: helping others at your discretion. Plus, do what you like or need.”
“Doing things you hate all your life is not living to me. It’s servitude, pure and simple. I can’t understand someone working their whole life without the joy of doing what they like. Then, there’s the satisfaction you get from doing something well. I understand doing some things for the family. Yet I think working for others all the time, without any return to you, sucks your life away.”
She said, “It’s that way for me, too, Crag. So, you are staying with me? We can clean up a little and then go down for some dinner together and start those tongues wagging.”
I said, “I will, my dear. We might as well get it over with. The locals know Siggy and Garnet very well. If they ask questions, try not to get arrogant with them. Let me handle the locals. They don’t know you are a mage with powers. They know I can get short-tempered if I’m pushed. They are aware that I know very well how to crack heads, so I expect a few tacky questions or dirty looks.”
She said, “No brag?”
“Not really. I’m the local ranger and have handled many would-be bad guys. Mostly, it’s someone too deep in their cups. I’ve even dispatched a few criminals when necessary. Don’t like it, but I don’t tolerate criminals who challenge me or the law. Our Baron, Baron Wexter, trusts me completely. I have rarely had to bring anyone to the magistrate or before him. He likes the low-hassle way I run things here in the village.”
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