Swept Off My Feet by a Lady Cyclops
Copyright© 2026 by noctune_glass
Chapter 7
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 two women had pulled weapons from their packs, Menelcab a hatchet and Oltos a knife, and demanded I allow them to bind my hands behind my back.
We were about halfway back when Menelcab spoke up.
“Hey, what’s your name, stony?”
“Klivan.”
“Okay. Oltos is pretty shy, so I’m going to ask you questions. Why did you come to the fort?”
“The town of Brack asked the Kithdale Adventurers’ Guild for help and I was sent to deal with a lamia and rescue the two of you.”
Oltos sighed and Menelcab made a snorting sound, then said, “Figures. And what do you think of your little quest?”
“I think I was given poor information.”
“Damn right you were. As you can see, Oltos and I are not being mind controlled.”
“I thought maybe the lamia (Prema, was it?) had some powerful and subtle mind control that was not obvious. I needed to observe and make sure.”
Menelcab snorted again. “That’s a pretty good excuse for being a perv, isn’t it? You just wanted to make sure we weren’t being controlled, and that required you to watch us have sex, right?”
“I can’t give you any proof that I’m telling the truth, but my primary goal was to assess your mental state, not peep.”
Menelcab rolled her eyes.
I tilted my head at her. “But you already knew I wasn’t being mind controlled, didn’t you?”
Menelcab’s eyes went wide and she stopped talking.
As we were crossing a brook, Oltos said, “Yes.” I had to strain to hear her voice.
We kept walking. I waited for her to go on.
“You see,” she said, “I’m a dancer. I’m aware of the way people carry themselves. When Prema uses her powers, the target begins walking in a clumsy fashion. I knew you were not under her control as soon as you moved.”
I nodded. “And Prema doesn’t even have legs, so, dance training or not, she would never notice something like that. Why did you let me be your guard on this berry picking trip then? And why, well, you know.”
Oltos blushed. “It’s difficult for Menny and I to ... be with each other in the castle. Prema can hear and smell everything that happens there. It’s nice to get out, but she usually comes to watch over us, and...” She shrugged.
“So, you grabbed me, who would have to pretend he wasn’t in control of his own body.”
Menelcab interrupted. “There’s another reason, too. Oltos is a fucking pervert.”
Oltos glared at her. “Shut up, dwarf,” she said in the stern tone she had used earlier.
We walked in awkward silence.
I cleared my throat. “That’s true, though, right? You don’t seem particularly ashamed that I saw you.”
Oltos buried her face in her hands. “Oh, I’m ashamed. But it was super hot, and I’ve been imagining something like that for a long time. I’m sorry.”
I grimaced. “It’s okay. It was shocking, but I learned useful things.”
Menelcab laughed out loud. “I bet you did! Oltos can be a hell of a disciplinarian, can’t she?”
Oltos made an exasperated sigh and said, “You shut up!”
The air felt a little clearer and we passed the rest of the journey on foot with idle chatter about local events.
We entered the castle. Prema slithered out from behind a large sculpture up to me. She moved around me in a circle, wrapping her tail around me. She spaced it so I was bound from my ankles to my shoulders.
Her head ended up behind mine. I could feel her breasts pressing into my back.
Her voice was a whisper. I felt her breath on my ear.
“It looks like someone is not as bound to my will as I thought. Very clever, Klivan. You’ve been wandering among my friends through deception. I’ll need to hear an explanation. One that satisfies me. My bite possesses a deadly venom.”
I had allowed her to bind me, knowing that it put me at her mercy. Lamia fangs possess potent magic that can pierce any hide, even mine. I needed to be in an inferior position, though. Seeming dangerous would put me in greater danger.