Swept Off My Feet by a Lady Cyclops
Copyright© 2026 by noctune_glass
Chapter 2
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Klivan the stone giant needed a favor from Argeia, the renowned cyclops smith. To prove his worth, he wrestled his way to respect... and into to her bed! Now, using the powerful mask she crafted for him, he faces a fearsome lamia femme fatale and her fetching friends!
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Humor BDSM FemaleDom Light Bond Spanking Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Muscle Mommy Size
The way of giants is to only render aid when asked, so I did her the courtesy of returning to the mouth of her cave while she recovered her breath.
I closed my eyes. I may have challenged her to the match in order to earn her respect, but the thought of her abundant body and that dazzling steel eye had made me almost forget why I had come.
The sounds of her steps around the path roused me from my reverie. She was still naked, as was I.
She cast her eye upon me. “Klivan, you may now call me Argeia.”
I stood and smiled. “I’m glad of that! Now, we need to get to talking about why I came...”
I didn’t get to finish. Argeia grabbed me by both biceps and easily lifted me and shoved me against the wall. “Shut up. We talk after we fuck.”
I was caught off guard, but I managed to sputter out, “Sure.”
She leaned forward and aggressively kissed me on the lips. I had been so long among non-giants that it felt fresh and exciting to be with one; here was someone even stronger, even larger than me. I kissed her back, hungrily, reveling in the ability to do so without hurting her.
She met my tongue with hers and let out a profound moan that echoed off the stones. I heard rocks dislodge somewhere below us and skitter down the mountain.
She released my arms and grabbed my ass, lifting me off the ground. She pulled back and said, huskily, “The way you prance around in those tiny leather briefs of yours is obscene. You have no idea the things I’ve been imagining about your body, pretty-boy.”
I looked at her dreamily and caressed her hair. “You’re so beautiful.”
Her cheeks went red and she sputtered out, “Don’t you make fun of me, Klivan!”
I booped her on the nose with my finger and said, “I’m not making fun of you. Your eye is so pretty, too!”
Her face contorted with embarrassment. “What? Pretty?” Her eye had gone huge in horror.
“And earlier, I couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of your cute butt jiggling in front of me when we walked to the wrestling pit.” Apparently, I had decided my personal safety wasn’t that big of a deal.
She let out a combination of a roar and a choked-off moan. She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me inside. “I’ll make you pay for this flattery, Klivan!”
As I was struggled to stay on my feet and avoid being pulled around like I was a heavy sack, I said, “Gods, I hope so.”
I briefly glimpsed her forge on the way to her bedchamber. It was filled with a warm glow.
Her bed was a massive pile of furs in the corner of a large, rough-hewn chamber. It was lit by floating magical flames, no doubt tiny elementals working in shifts to provide light for their mistress. The room also contained pieces of metal art, but I didn’t have time to look at them before Argeia threw my body onto the furs.
She looked at me. She glanced at my hardening, stone-like cock.
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