The Lorelein Giant

It wasn't long before she found a group of younger men standing outside a building, all holding mugs of some dark liquid. They were laughing jovially, one of them telling a story.

As she approached, they immediately recognized her as one of the Eilaen warriors, but fortunately, no one thought to place her as the princess and future wife of their prince. She might get away with it after all.

Aphae selected the tallest, broadest one as her target. She would likely never get used to the shorter stature of Lorelein men. In boots, she came up to his shoulder so he at least seemed a little taller when she stood right next to him. Deciding he would do as well as any, she gave him the look she knew to leave no question of her intent and slowly turned and walked back towards the ship, never uttering a word.

Within thirty seconds, quick steps sounded in the dirt behind her. She never turned, but he arrived at her side a moment later with a wide smile.

He offered to take her back to his house; it wasn't too far of a walk from where they were. She let him talk and ask her questions, never returning them. She wouldn't pretend to care about what he said or what he did for work. She was only interested in the piece between his legs.

When they reached his house, a depressing hut of compressed mud around wooden supports, he closed the door that clicked as he locked it behind them.

Aphae immediately turned and stood on pointed toes to kiss him, reaching down to expertly unfasten his pants.

If the man was surprised, he didn't show it. He returned her kiss, using a large hand to tilt her head back to accommodate for his height. The other strong hand moved along her back and shoulders to pull her into his chest, where he had the best access to her skilled tongue. With his pants unbuckled, she reached in deft fingertips and worked to free his cock; unfortunately, it wasn't the monster she expected of such a square-shouldered man. *Oh well, it'll do the trick.*

Still exploring his kiss, Aphae worked to stroke him to hardness. Careful fingers slid down the length of his cock and paused to swirl her thumb across the head. When friction complicated her movements, she broke the kiss to deposit a fat dollop of saliva on his shaft below and then returned her tongue to its roaming. He swelled in her hand in a shamefully short time. Within a few minutes, he already filled her hand with engorged man-flesh.

Not to be left without her taste of him, she pulled away and knelt in front of him, pulling in his moderate length. She had always liked the feeling of holding a man in her mouth, the fullness, the savory flavor only a man could provide.

At first, Aphae briefly teased him by licking the tip before wrapping her lips around and sinking onto him. She moved half way down him before she pulled back and gave an extra little suck. His cock popped out of her mouth with a light sound and bounced desirably in front of her.

"Hell yeah," he crowed in response as one of his large hands fell to the back of her head and prompted her onward.

She rolled a bit of spit onto her tongue and applied it to the head before gliding over him once more. His cock pulsated zealously as capable lips slid further along his shaft, squeezing and massaging as they moved. Using her tongue, she tickled the sensitive underside as she pulled back out.

Again and again, she rode him with her lips until he suddenly reached down and lifted her at the waist. She realized then that she still had all her clothes on. He seemed to notice as well, for when he threw her onto the bed, he quickly removed every ounce of metal and fabric that coated her body. She reached up and removed his shirt as well so that their nudeness was matched.

Without warning, he used his muscular legs to push apart her knees and his hand to help his cock find her cunt. The stranger wiped fingers across the wetness that had formed there and smiled. Once in position, he slowly lowered himself into her as far as he could go.

"Yeah, that's it. Go deep," she prodded. Without complaint, he assuaged her by plowing into her pussy, reaching as far as his average-sized cock would take him. She reached up and held the back of his neck, bringing his face close enough that she could kiss him roughly again. As he thrusted, she rubbed her hands along his chest and arms and thought they weren't as big as they had seemed when they first met.

When she'd become accustomed to the relentless, pedestrian thrusting, she pushed him out of her and rolled onto her hands and knees, offering herself from behind. Her fluids coated her lower lips and inner thighs. Again, he voiced no complaint as he quickly dove into her with a series of gruff moans. This time, the angle provided for more stimulation internally, and she complemented by reaching down to rub her clit with her fingers.

"Harder, fuck me harder," she commanded just in time for him to buck and thrust deeper than before. A few heated groans were all he got out before his orgasm passed and he collapsed onto her back. She gently rolled over to lay with him on the bed.

"Thanks for that," he uttered sweetly, as if that paltry performance could have satisfied anyone.

"Oh, no. I'm not done with you. You can thank me later."

For the first time since she had met him, his eyes widened as she leaned down to take his cock into her mouth once more. This time, he tasted of her juice mixed with his own sourness. His soft, sensitive cock jumped and pulsed with every touch of her tongue. In much less time than she would have guessed, he began to swell into her mouth again. *Pathetic.*

Using her tongue to gently lick the border between the head and shaft, Aphae reached down with her hand to lightly roll his balls in his sac. The combination brought even more firmness to his cock. Not only was he frustratingly average sized, he was as malleable as heated steel in her expert hands.

Satisfied that he would perform, she crawled over his chest to kiss him as she slid him back inside her with only the movement of her hips.

"Mmmm," he groaned into her mouth as she began to jump and ride him. Pulling away, the princess grabbed her tits, rolling them together over and over again as he watched. A few times, she leaned down to lick at her own nipples, causing them to harden. Eager hands clutched at the smooth skin of her hips as his face revealed every ounce of his salacity for her. Not one to give in to the release easily, Aphae bounced vigorously, grinding her hips against him and leaving a smear of fluid on his groin. At long last, the recurrent motions gave way to the synchronized contractions tightly gripping his cock. She pressed her palms against his chest for support as she ground against him to milk every last ounce of ecstasy the stranger could offer.

Amidst her spent nerves, Aphae's continued movements caused his face to contort with impending release. She quickly slid off his cock and leaned over so that his cum landed against her breasts when she stroked him with her hand, relishing the feeling of the hot ropes against her skin.

"Hell yeah," he said for the second time that night as she laughed. No such words would come from her lips after that experience. Aphae sat up, cleaned up a bit, and dressed herself before sliding out the door. She offered no explanation and asked for none from him.

On her walk back to the ship, she enjoyed that she had never learned his name. It was probably only fair, for she had never offered hers to him either. The stranger hadn't been as rewarding as she'd hoped-nothing like the brutish men of Eilae-but he had served his purpose well enough.

Then she suddenly had a thought, one that stopped her in her tracks in the middle of the street: that was quite possibly the closest thing to a good fucking she was ever going to get.

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After a restless night, Casi stood with his hands on the window sill and looked out over the city. From his room on the third floor of the tower, he could see a haze of activity as his people readied for the wedding ceremony and reception. The decorated streets and festive garb did little to ease the knots in his gut.

While he realized he shouldn't be surprised that his wedding had the support of his people, Casi was nonetheless impressed at their efforts to beautify the city square in such a short time. He had worked alongside so many of them, talked to them as equals, and listened to their suggestions, it was no wonder they came out to celebrate with him.

What did take him aback was that the people should embrace their strange, callous princess so easily. He must truly have their love if they were willing to overlook her barbaric and foreign culture.

Unable to escape his fate, Casi turned and saw an ornate outfit spread across the small couch under the window. He knew that soon someone would come to help him dress. Not that he really needed assistance, but it was an important custom in Lorelei to wear the elaborate and complex wedding garment assembled by the elders of the city; they considered it a great honor.

Casi ate the food that was brought up for him, though he doubted he had actually tasted any of it. His mind was occupied with Aphae. What she would be like as a wife, as a ruler of his people. He wouldn't let any harm come to Lorelei, he knew that, but he wasn't sure of what it would take to make sure they were safe. Hopefully, their marriage would be the end of it.

As predicted, a group of six men arrived to compile the overdone fabrics into the traditional wedding clothes. The scarlet and gold of Lorelei draped from his shoulder to chest including the astatin tree emblem on his right sleeve. Sunset-colored shoes complemented the entire ensemble. He felt plainly ridiculous, but since the wedding itself was a rouse to please King Arnae, he shouldn't imagine why he would get to be dressed in his preferred street attire.

From his capacious rooms in the tower to the city square where the ceremony would take place, Casi walked as slow as he could manage. Vati stood on a small platform and greeted him as he arrived.

"You look very appropriate for the occasion," the king offered warmly.

"Father, I have to ask you one more time. Is there no other way?" Casi would do what he had to do to protect his people, but he wouldn't marry a stranger if it wasn't absolutely necessary. Dressed in the official garb, the reality of it was starting to set in.

"My son, today is your wedding day. Make peace with it and try to enjoy yourself. At least the princess is young and beautiful," Vati comforted.

Casi regarded Aphae as beautiful, in a strange and severe sort of way. She had only worn the battle attire of Eilae the few times he had seen her, and aside from their meeting in the dim street, he wasn't sure that he'd ever seen her smile.

Her hair was very long and dark, unlike his own short, blonde locks. Smooth, dark skin told of the time she spent in the sun. Taller than most Lorelein women, she had long legs and a carried herself with impregnable confidence. Most men would have thought themselves lucky to be with a woman like her.

Casi considered his father's words and decided the king was right. He was not being asked to marry an old haggard woman with a wart. Aphae was more attractive than most Loreleins; maybe it would all work out when he got to know her.

As the ceremony began, Casi stood in his place with optimism for the first time in the last three days as his stunning bride advanced through the crowd.

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Draping black mingled with ashen grey fabric across Aphae's bust and trailed down to dust the ground as she crossed the city square and approached her fiancé. Miserable at the prospect of the marriage, she couldn't even muster a snort at his humiliating attire. Instead of skills and bravery, the Loreleins valued trees. Closing in on the wedding platform, she imagined that must be what it felt like to surrender in the face of defeat. She hated it.

For once, Aphae wished her mother had been there. She couldn't remember much about the woman, but Aphae was sure she would have helped her get out of this situation her father had gotten her into. She wished she was as cunning with words as she was with a bow or a sword, or that she could simply work out all her problems with a weapon. Had that been the case, she would almost certainly never bother with useless negotiations and treaties.

As it was, she would marry Prince Casi today. Her father had kept a close eye on her since she had left the ship two nights ago, and she had been unable to get away. She wished she could have had a man to work out her stress on before this big catastrophe. Maybe if she'd had a good fucking she would be less angry at the whole situation. Then again, probably not.

The princess arrived at the prince's side and noticed that he was even a bit shorter than she had thought at first. Not that he was small; he just didn't tower over her like the men she preferred. He had only four or five inches on her, a sure sign of a small cock.

The prince offered her a warm smile, appearing to be genuinely pleased. *Of course he is,* Aphae thought. *He has a small prick and gets to marry a beautiful, powerful woman. I guess I would be happy too, if it was the other way around.*

She tried to look less miserable than she was. The officiant droned on for what seemed like hours before prompting each of them to repeat certain phrases about love or honor or duty. At the end, he finally called for them to kiss. Not that she was looking forward to it, she was just sick of participating in the charade.

When the kiss came, his gentle lips surprised her, stealing the air from her chest; she had been expecting the roughness of her warriors. Aphae silently laughed at herself for expecting him to be like all her other men. *He's a farmer, after all.* She obediently kissed him in return before quickly breaking away.

Crowds cheered and hollered as if it had meant something to either of them. Casi led her down the row to the streets of Lorelei. They were instructed to walk the avenues so that the people could observe their new princess and revel in the happy couple.

For the two hours of parading themselves, Casi never let go of her hand. At first, she despised his touch, especially after having to kiss him. By the end, she marveled at how her hand melted into his so that she hardly noticed anymore.

The next phase of the wedding celebration involved a feast on a high table in front of the whole city. As they traded for all its food from other worlds, Lorelei had no traditional cuisine to speak of. Aphae quickly realized that she wasn't hungry for the strangeness that was put onto her plate. She mumbled something about being too tense to eat and let Casi enjoy the food on his own. Below them, the Loreleins danced and spun to strange music.

As she sat next to him at a table for two, the prince took care to try to get to know her. He spoke quietly and seemed interested in her answers. If he was miserable, then he was an expert at masking his emotions. If anything, he seemed to be having fun.

"This is entirely unfair, I hope you realize." When she wrinkled her brow, he explained, "You get to look so fierce and seductive in that dress, and I have to wear this monstrosity." As he spoke, his eyes fell to the fitted fabric pulled tight across her ribs.

"Are gray and black the colors of Eilae?" he probed about her dress.

When she confirmed, he asked her about the emblem on her shoulder. "Why does it show a fish? I didn't realize Eilae had many fish."

"Well, we don't really. There are only few species that are native. The story goes that the fish is always adapting to its environment. It can live in dirty or clean water, salt or fresh, it can swim upstream for miles to lay eggs or live in caves in complete darkness. My father says that we are like the fish, we will do whatever it takes to survive."

"You are quite skilled with a sword, I believe it has been said. Have you been in very many battles?"

"Too many to count, I guess. At least two dozen. I have been fighting with my father since I was fifteen. Girls in Eilae are trained very young to defend themselves. One day we'll be the rulers," Aphae replied uninterestedly. She had explained the customs of Eilae so many times over the last few days.

"Yes, I had heard that as well. That Eilaen culture honors women as leaders. Did you grow up knowing that one day you would rule your people?"

"Of course I knew I would be queen one day. I haven't given much thought to the actual ruling, though. I keep myself occupied with training and battles for new worlds, and then there's the rebellion, of course."

Casi seemed to shift a bit at that. Aphae didn't know what she had said to displease him and she wasn't really even sure that she cared.

Then it was announced that the last phase of the wedding celebration would begin, the part that Aphae had been dreading for the whole evening: the consummation.

Casi led her across the large room in the tower where they had first met, then up a set of stairs to another large room with a bed and a small couch. She noticed that he did not hold her hand the same way as before, and he seemed much stiffer than he had at the feast. She had definitely said something to put him off. He closed the door and stood awkwardly rubbing his hands.

"Um, well, this is my room. I guess, our room now. Please make yourself at home."

"Would they know? Would they ever find out if we didn't?"

"No, Lorelein laws don't allow for that sort of invasion of privacy, but unless you are unwilling, then I intend to fulfill my duty to my people. I won't have it said that I did not honor my father's arrangement."

"Do you really love them so much, that you would marry and bed a woman you despise?"

"Yes, I do really love them, but I don't despise you."

"Of course, you do. You have to. I arrived on your planet with an army to take your only resource, resulting in your marriage to a total stranger. How could you not?"

"Aphae, I tell you the truth when I say I do not despise you. I am fearful that if you do not love your own people, how will you ever come to love mine? How can you rule over them if you don't know them? I intend to protect the people of Lorelei, and I hope that this marriage will not prevent that." Casi spoke so calmly, his sureness unsettled her.

"There will be plenty of time to discuss the future of Lorelei in the morning. Right now, we have a marriage to consummate." Again, his composure disconcerted her and she found herself fidgeting for the first time in years.

He motioned for her to sit on the straw-colored couch that rested below the arched window overlooking the city. Once there, she reveled in the picturesque scene. She could see the people below still celebrating. Blazing fires threw dancing shadows onto the walls. Strung up flowers still clung to wires above the streets. As she looked out, she didn't notice Casi approaching until he sat down next to her.

The prince reached out to place her hand between both of his. She couldn't place why he would make her shake so noticeably. Because he had questioned her as a leader? Because she would only be with him for the rest of her life? Or because he undoubtedly wouldn't be able to satisfy her?

He rubbed the top of her hand gently with his thumb causing her to shiver even more. When he raised her hand to his mouth, she held her breath until he kissed it and lowered it back to her lap.

Casi leaned forward to kiss her cheek, an unexpected tremor in his hands and quiver on his breath. She received his kiss dutifully, let his lips explore for a few minutes as she listened to the music and cheers from the city below.

During their slow, careful kiss, Aphae made the decision that she was ready to know her fate. She smoothly lifted her hand and moved it to let it rest at the seam of his ridiculous crimson pants. For a moment she thought she'd made a mistake, but there it was: the monster cock she had waited all her life for.