A Paladin's Training Ch. 08

Emmin giggled, in her bass, yet somehow light, voice. "No, my Lord! I mean yes, sometimes, if they want to, but mostly when a Giant wants a Giantess, he just takes her then and there."

Lina clicked her tongue at her daughter. "Really, Emmin, you must be careful what you say to outsiders. You may offend Lord Maloth." The older woman looked up at him. "Forgive her, Lord Maloth, she is young and excitable. She is right, however, in that our society is quite free with sex. We apologise if we have offended in any way."

"Not at all," Maloth replied smoothly. "In fact, I am enjoying this conversation. I know little of your people."

"That's very gracious, my Lord." Lina returned, still running her fingers through Emmin's hair. After a moment, she continued. "We were lucky, actually. They fucked us over and over, but they didn't hurt us, really. Their... appendages... were not large enough to cause us any discomfort. We are used to bigger, aren't we, Emmin?"

The younger giantess nodded eagerly, smiling at Maloth, often dropping her eyes to his groin, where his cock rested lazily over his thigh.

"The worst part was the smell!" Emmin said with a grimace, her pretty nose wrinkled in disgust.

Maloth laughed to maintain his friendly façade. "Well, Emmin, Ogres are not known for their regular bathing habits."

"What about you, my Lord?" Emmin asked, eyeing his crotch and licking her lips. Would you like to bathe with us?" Lina also watched him, her dark eyes flicking between him and her daughter, a small smile on her full lips.

"That sounds very tempting," Maloth said quietly, smiling back. He was most eager to enjoy these two beauties, but he had to exercise caution; he didn't currently have the strength to satisfy two Giantesses. He remembered his fuck with Mali, and how much it had drained him to keep his cock enlarged so. After fighting the Ogres, he was already somewhat drained.

The only way to gain power from this would be to Bind one or both of them, and that did not fit with his long term plan. "Perhaps I'll dip my feet in for a while and see how it feels," he said smoothly, sliding forward a little and resting his bottom on a rock that was only just submerged, the water lapping gently at his legs and not quite covering his muscular thighs.

Emmin smiled widely and stood, her dark skin glistening mesmerisingly in the moonlight, the water only reaching as high as her hips. Her breasts were not quite as big as her mother's, much less Mali's even more impressive bosom, but they were still large and heavy, sitting proudly on her chest. She waded over and settled down on her knees before him, placing her big, soft hands on his thighs. Lina just watched, staying where she was.

"I want to thank you properly, my Lord," Emmin whispered to him, her dark eyes gazing into his. "May I take you into my mouth?"

Despite himself, Maloth's cock sprang up to full hardness, ten inches of angry crimson waving before Emmin's pretty face.

Taking his erection as assent, the young Giantess bent her head, extending her long, broad tongue and licking him from his swollen, semi-submerged balls, all the way to the tip of his crown. Maloth rested back against the edge of the pool, enjoying his reward. Emmin licked him over and over, moaning softly as she did, often rubbing her lush, full lips all over his rampant cock, kissing his balls, his cock, his thighs, his stomach, everything she could reach. This was obviously not her first time tending a man.

After teasing him with licks and kisses long enough to have him leaking juice from his tip, she finally engulfed him into the wet cavern of her mouth, sucking with more force than he had ever felt. He gathered a fistful of raven hair on either side of her head as she took his full length into her throat and massaged his shaft -- and even his sack! -- with her long tongue. Maloth wanted nothing more than to empty himself inside her throat, but he knew that patience would prevail. If she swallowed his seed, the result would be the same as if it entered her body any other way; she would be tied to him forever. Maloth, however, had his eyes on another prize.

While Emmin was busy slurping on Maloth, Lina was watching keenly from where she sat. After some time, she stood, moving to the edge of the pool and perching on the rocks at the edge. She studied her daughter tending Maloth with a hungry look on her dark face. To Maloth's surprise, the older Giantess opened her thick thighs to expose her smooth snatch, and began to pleasure herself, one hand stroking her sex, the other squeezing a massive breast.

Movement caught Maloth's attention; to Lina's right, a shadow approached. Maloth tensed for a moment before recognising Barrog, returned from scouting the area. The Orc watched the larger Giantess with interest, an obvious bulge growing in his breeches.

Lina glanced over, noticing Barrog. She smiled at him, her hand briefly leaving her breast to silently beckon him over while her other hand busily slid two fingers in and out of her slippery gash.

Barrog wasted no time getting naked and going to Lina, his huge cock waving obscenely before him. Maloth had to give the Orc credit; Barrog was thicker and longer than Maloth was in his natural state.

With Lina sitting on the ground, and the Barrog standing, the Orc's thick green length was at the perfect height for the Giantess to eagerly take him into her mouth, her thick brown lips hungrily devouring the turgid meat. Barrog groaned, holding Lina's head in his hand and guiding her back and forth.

A welcome turn of events, thought Maloth. Barrog had considerable stamina, according to Shenla, so he should be able to keep the Giantesses satisfied, which would save Maloth from expending too much energy. Still, he thought Emmin's hard work deserved at least some reward. Hands still tangled in her hair, he pulled the young Giantess off his pole. "Show me those marvelous breasts, Emmin. I wish to paint them."

She eagerly complied, raising up a little, until her huge brown orbs were above the water. She lifted them for him, squeezing and kneading them as Maloth stroked himself slowly, soon feeling his balls begin to boil.

Emmin bent her head as if to suck on him again, but he stalled her with an upraised finger. She smiled and sat back, licking her lips and patiently waiting.

After a moment, Maloth grunted, his dark seed exploding from him, rope after thick rope spattering her massive tits, her neck, her hands. He was careful not to get any in her mouth.

"Mmm!" Emmin moaned as the hot juice coated her. Due to his heritage, Maloth's seed possessed magical properties, and women who were fortunate enough to be graced by it felt extreme pleasure when it touched their skin.

Sated for now, he sat back, relaxing while he watched Emmin writhe in pleasure as his seed brought her to climax. She would not be tied to him this way, but she would often think of him with lust and desire.

Off to one side, Barrog too was grunting and emptying his heavy balls into Lina's willing throat, fucking her face aggressively. She seemed to be enjoying the treatment, frantically fingering herself as she swallowed his load.

Emmin had turned to watch Barrog and her mother, one arm under the water, her hand between her thighs, no doubt. She eyed Maloth, asking a silent question; she had seen the Orc's cock, and was probably after a taste.

"Go, enjoy yourself," Maloth said. He didn't really care what Emmin or Lina did, as long as they got back safely. Then he would be done with them, and would claim his real prize, a third soul for his harem.

Emmin left the pool to kneel gracefully behind Barrog and encircle him with her long arms, her pillowy breasts pressing into his muscular back. The young beauty kissed and licked his neck and shoulder while her mother continued to suck him gently, allowing him to recover from his climax.

Barrog reached behind him, finding Emmin's smooth pussy, and pleasured her with his thick fingers. Emmin moaned into his neck, her body quivering with need.

Lina swung her legs around, now facing Barrog, her juicy thighs wide open. She lay on her back, her dark lips glistening, beckoning the Orc to impale her. Forgetting Emmin for the moment, Barrog dropped to his knees and moved his body onto Lina's, dark green skin atop brown. With a guttural roar, he thrust his powerful hips forward, embedding himself in the beautiful Giantess. Emmin sat back on her heels, fingers between her thighs as she watched her mother and Barrog begin to rut like animals.

Maloth knew he would have trouble controlling his lust if he remained, so he extracted himself from the water quietly, scooped up Bane and headed back up the small incline to resume his meditation.

***

***ARAN -- Foothills of the Karvani Mountains, Western Ekistair***

The terrain had long since changed from lightly wooded to rough, rocky slopes, the air gradually cooling as Aran climbed further, following the insistent force pulling him forward, as if there were an invisible hook in his belly. He had no clue where he was headed, only that he needed to keep going. He was in the foothills of a mountain range, snow-capped peaks towering in the near distance, a chill wind biting at him and heralding a cold night ahead. With the sun long since vanished behind the tall peaks, dark was coming quickly; Aran would need to find somewhere to camp soon.

By rights, he should have been exhausted by now, after yet another full day trekking through unforgiving wilderness and clambering over treacherous slopes, yet he merely felt as if he'd only been at it for an hour or two. The gentle glow of the Gift hummed inside him, providing him strength, supporting him.

Ahead, he spotted a small copse of stunted trees, just barely tall enough to earn the name. It would have to do. In no time, he cleared a space on the rocky ground for his bedroll, and sat down to dig into his evening meal of dried meat and flatbread, washing it down with a little water.

He had been travelling for five days, first through lightly wooded, rolling grassland, which had become gentle hills, in turn becoming the rocky slopes upon which he sat. Tomorrow, he would need to scout out a suitable path through these mountains. He chewed his meal slowly while studying the landscape in the failing light. Strange, how quiet it was; no birds calling, no flashes of movement from rabbits or squirrels. His instincts, which he had learned to trust, indicated no danger, however.

Washing down the last mouthful with a swig of water, he relaxed into meditation, becoming one with the world around him. He let his Gift expand, growing out from him, wider and wider, until he could feel everything around him for a mile, maybe more. He was strong enough to take it out further, but he chose not to, as his Gift could potentially make him a target, so Smythe had warned. Unfortunately, Smythe had never elaborated on what, or whom, specifically, could target him.

Not surprisingly, his thoughts turned to Elaina, as they often did. He wondered what she was doing in the Chapel since he had left, and thought briefly of visiting her on the Plane, but quickly put it out of his mind; he needed to focus, and Elaina had a way of distracting him. Many ways, actually, all of them most enjoyable. Despite his discipline, the image of his former mentor floated into his mind. Her beautiful face with that shoulder-length flaxen hair and those stunning emerald eyes, not to mention her marvelous body with those wonderful curves and epic breasts. He had that body in all its glory more times than he could count during his early training, and almost right at the end of his time with Elaina, they had become lovers, having more sex in a few days than some people had in years.

Thoughts of Elaina led to his Bonded women. He could sense Slender, dark haired Jeira off to the south, many miles away. She felt happy and radiant, as she often did these days. A spike of pleasure jabbed through the Bond, suggesting that Jeira was once again making love to her husband, Hamlin, something they had been doing very frequently since Aran visited them many months ago. Aran's cock twitched a little as he pictured Jeira getting fucked by her husband; rather than feel jealousy, as he supposed many people would, he felt happy that Jeira was enjoying herself, whether it was with Aran or otherwise.

Sensations of Induin and Liaren also floated through his awareness, the beautiful Elvish twins from Ildernass in the southwest of the Emerin Forest. Sexual pleasure often radiated from his Bond with them; Aran had learned that Elves could be quite promiscuous, and the twins had become even more so since being Bonded with Aran. Currently, they felt happy and satisfied, and a little sleepy, if Aran wasn't mistaken. He smiled as he remembered the evening he'd spent with them in the Emerin Forest after rescuing Induin from the spiders.

Also from the south, and much closer than the others, he could feel his Bonds with Rayna and Bella, in the direction of Ironshire. As with the other women he'd Bonded, Rayna and Bella had been insatiable since the Bonding, and Aran suspected they'd been visiting Smythe as often as possible, seeking relief from their increased libidos. It was unlikely Smythe had refused them, Aran thought with a smile. What man would?

He let his thoughts drift away and focused on the moment, stretching his feelings far out into the mountains. Curiously, he felt something; a resonance responding to his Gift. He concentrated, narrowing down the location. The resonance hummed invitingly, and he felt that insistent tugging again, drawing him toward this mysterious pulse. If he was right, it was less than a mile into the mountains, which was only a short walk on flat ground, but travelling through the peaks and valleys that surely lay ahead would take much longer. He was tempted to venture forth now, but summoned patience; this journey could wait till the morning, when he would have the advantage of daylight.

***

***MALOTH -- Giant Village of Genga, Palistair***

Maloth sat comfortably on the grass, sipping the warm, spicy drink the Giants had given him, keenly observing the festivities as the huge, brown Giant-folk celebrated the return of two of their own; Lina and Emmin. Nearby, a massive, ten-foot high bonfire roared in the centre of their humble village, surrounded by several Giants and Giantesses dancing and cavorting under the stars in various states of undress, their heavy feet stomping the earth in time to the pulse and boom of great drums.

The village was built into a hillside, and massive, oversized cottages dotted the green slopes, all surrounded by an impressive log wall that had to be thirty feet high. A section of wall near the base of the hill was still down; that was where the Ogres had gotten through.

They were quite a lively folk, these Hill Giants, and had surprised Maloth several times with some of their more... uninhibited ways. He hadn't witnessed any outright fucking, yet, but he suspected to see it soon, if their debauchery continued to escalate.

He was seated in a circle with Lina and Emmin -- Barrog was standing off to one side, acting as a personal guard to Maloth, thick arms folded over his broad chest -- who were telling the story of their rescue to the other two members of the circle; Mali and the Giant chieftain, Ossarom. All present were naked, according to the Giants' custom.

Ossarom was a hard-faced fellow around sixteen feet tall when standing, his dark features sporting a close-cropped grey beard and bushy eyebrows to match. He was obviously past his middle years, judging by the colour of the long hair he kept tied back with a leather cord, which matched his beard, but he was wide-shouldered and deep-chested, his age doing nothing to diminish his presence.

The big Chieftain sat opposite Maloth, his truly stupendous appendage laying between his dark thighs, half of it resting on the grass, even in repose. Ossarom's head was turned as he listened to Emmin on his right, but he watched Maloth from the corner of his eye when he thought Maloth wasn't looking. Unfortunately for Maloth, his demonic power held no sway over the male sex, and he didn't have Shenla handy to seduce the big Giant, so he had to rely on more usual methods of influence and persuasion.

Pretty, raven-haired Lina sat beside her daughter, Emmin, while Mali -- the most beautiful of the three she-Giants -- sat on Ossarom's other side, her attention only half toward Emmin's tale. The rest was directed at Maloth, whom she was frequently sending smoky glances.

Maloth suppressed a smile. Nothing attracted him more than a beautiful woman of station or influence, and these Giants regarded Mali most highly. He wondered, as he regarded the dark beauty over the rim of his mug, if the curvaceous Giantess had any clue what was about to happen. Seeing her in direct comparison to the other Giantesses of the village confirmed to him that not only was she more pleasing physically, she held herself with pride and dignity, bearing an almost regal air that made the other women appear common in contrast.

Finally, the tale of bravery wound to a close, Lina hushing her daughter to silence just as the eager girl got to the part about showing Maloth and Barrog their 'appreciation.' Giants and Orcs didn't get along, usually, and it was doubtful Ossarom would be pleased to hear two of his women had been fornicating with Barrog.

Mali and Ossarom regarded Maloth from across the circle, Mali with respect and more than a touch of desire in her dark eyes, Ossarom with a steady gaze, unblinking. Maloth would have to take care; Ossarom was no fool.

"So," Ossarom boomed in a bass rumble. "Not only have you destroyed a dozen Oragashi raiders and returned Lina and Emmin to us, Lord Maloth, but Nemalinair tells me you have an Elven Matriarch at your beck and call. High Matriarch Ellerion Velenar, no less!"

Maloth nodded, meeting Ossarom's gaze levelly.

"Who are you, Lord Maloth, that you possess such power?" Ossarom stared impassively, waiting for Maloth to answer.

"I am one with the power to restore balance to this divided land," Maloth replied smoothly. "And I see the future of Palistair being favourable for the Giants."

Ossarom frowned. "Where do you hail from? I've never seen skin of such tone in all my long years."

Maloth had prepared for this question, and he deftly spun the lie he had fabricated. "My heritage is uncertain," he said smoothly . "I was raised by an Elf woman, who found my sister and I in the forests near Laefandell, many years ago. Eventually, her kin discovered me, and they cast us out, fearing us because of our colour, and our abilities. Ever since, I have had no love for Elves, Chieftain."

Ossarom nodded thoughtfully. "What abilities do you speak of?"

"For one," Maloth began. "The ability to influence and control, hence the Elven Matriarch that awaits me back in my realm."

"What about the Orc?" Ossarom rumbled, jerking his head toward Barrog. "Is he under your control?"

"He is my sister's," Maloth replied, this time using the truth. "She possesses similar capabilities to myself. He is no longer loyal to his clan, but to my sister, and therefore, to me."

The Giant seemed to accept that, but he had another question. "And how do I know you have not influenced me in any way? Or Mali, here?" Ossarom placed a large hand on Mali's thigh in a familiar manner. Were they lovers, then? If so, not for much longer.

Maloth spread his hands placatingly and adopted a friendly expression. "Believe me, Chieftain, I harbour no ill will toward the Giants, as I hope I've displayed accordingly by helping with your two gorgeous Giantesses." He indicated Lina and Emmin, who smiled approvingly at the compliment. "My score is with the Elves, and I would much rather remain on friendly terms with your people, if I can. A horde of angry Giants is not something I wish to bring down on myself."