“Bad news,
Chief. There’s a cyclops blocking the road up ahead.”
“Son of a
bitch! Stop the carts!” The merchant boss stepped out of his carriage and
followed his crony on foot further up the cliffside trail. The narrow road the
trading caravan travelled on was the only route leading out of the secluded
mountain village. The boss pushed past a small crowd of onlooking merchants to
see the roadblock for himself. “Well, ain’t this fan-fucking-tastic”
The cyclops
was sprawled out on her back, her wide hips spanning the entire road. The
slumbering giant had to be over twenty feet tall and was excessively portly.
Her expansive belly rose up like a mound of its own, accompanied by a hefty
pair of tits, and her thighs were thick enough to pulverize boulders. A
tattered loincloth, no larger than a handkerchief, draped over her crotch, the
only shred of clothing covering her ample flesh. The cyclops’ single eye was
shut, framed by unkempt brown hair, and her mouth twitched to the rhythm of her
boisterous snoring. The boss and the other merchants observed their impediment
from a few yards back, well aware of the danger of getting too close.
“Fuck! Pack
it all up, boys. We’ll have to wait ‘til she clears out before we make
headway.” The boss turned and made back for the caravan.
“We’re
going back to the village?” one of the merchants asked. “We can’t just wait
here until she gets up?”
“Cyclopes
can sleep anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks. And don’t even think about
waking her yourself, unless you want to end up as breakfast.” That shut up most
of the bickering. The crowd dispersed and followed the boss back to the
carriages, save for a few cronies that continued to observe the monster from
afar.
“Hey,
Larz,” Lindblum, a burly crony with a severe widow’s peak, nudged the short merchant’s
arm, “I heard cyclops hair is extremely valuable. Even a single strand could
fetch a horse’s weight in dough. I bet the boss would be ecstatic if you nicked
one for him.”
“Really?”
Larz was the newest employee of the caravan, a young twenty-something with
dreams of rising the merchant ranks despite lacking the tact to tell a joke
apart from genuine advice. The young man, standing no taller than a
middle-schooler and about as bright, crept up to the slumbering giant and
leaned over her face. Her head was half the height of his whole body, and her
mouth ran deep enough to swallow him whole. Warm puffs of her breath hit Larz
like a geyser as he reached over the massive eye to pluck a hair, each gust of
air filling his lungs with the rancid aroma of digested game. With a deftness
beyond his years, the boy pinched three strands between his fingers and pulled,
plucking them free from the cyclops’ scalp.
Before Larz
could even realize his success, the cyclops shifted her weight towards the
young merchant, stretching her arm over to grab him. Her lumbering fingers
wrapped around him, engulfing his entire torso, and pulled him into her chest.
Returning to her flattened position, the cyclops tightened her arms around
Larz, squeezing his upper half between her breasts as if she were snuggling a
teddy bear. Larz shouted and hollered, his voice muffled by tit flesh.
“By the
Founder’s balls! The fuck are you doing, boy!?” The boss came running,
approaching the crony but not daring to go any further.
“Shit, I
didn’t think he’d actually do it,” Lindblum muttered with a wry smirk. Even
with the young man struggling to break free of her iron-clad grip, the cyclops
didn’t stir, her snoring drowning out his muffled screams.
“Did you
put him up to this?” the boss demanded.
“No, sir. I
told him it was dangerous, but he wanted to get a closer look at the thing.”
With Larz unable to voice his side of the story, the boss had no choice but to
take the crony’s word.
“Aw fuck,
there’s nothing we can do for him now. He’ll just have to pray she wakes up
soon and doesn’t take him for a morning snack.” The boss swore under his breath
and stomped at the dirt. “Amara ain’t going to be happy about this, I hope you
realize that.” Lindblum shrugged and joined his boss in retreating to the
caravan. Once they were all set, the caravan rode back to town, abandoning the
foolish boy to his fate.
Larz
struggled between the cyclops’ breasts. His waist was pinned down by the
monster’s forearms and his legs kicked helplessly against her bulging belly. He
wiggled in her cleavage until he found a fold in her fat open enough to let him
breathe. What little air he was afforded was tainted by her body odor. Cyclopes
seldom bathed, but he’d have to make do with it. When it was clear his
employers had abandoned him, Larz gave up calling for help. The monster’s
snoring rang in one ear, and her pounding heart bludgeoned the other. A
sweltering wave of body heat washed over his body, forcing more sweat out of
him than a hot spring could. In spite of all this, Larz found himself oddly
relaxed. The cyclops’ fat made for a softer bed than anything he had the
displeasure of sleeping on before. Enveloped in the giant’s embrace and
hypnotized by her rhythmic pulse, Larz drifted off, joining the cyclops in her
sleep.
…
Hours
passed and the morning transitioned to afternoon. Chios erupted in a mighty
yawn, rubbing her single, crusty eye as she awoke from her nap. Damn, I
haven’t slept that good in ages, she thought as she stretched her arms and
legs out. The cyclops scratched her tummy and thought about what she’d like to
eat when a strange scent passed her nose. Chios peered down at the man nestled
peacefully in her chest, drooling on her in his blissful rest.
A
human!? Chios raised her head and leaned up on her forearms, examining the
little guy laying on top of her. Why is he sleeping on me? Wait, I remember
learning this in school. When a human sleeps with someone else… Chios’
cheeks burned a blazing red. …it’s because they’re married! She sat up,
sending Larz tumbling into her wide lap. Looking him over, he was quite
handsome. His feathered black hair caressed his angelic cheeks, and though he
was a tad scrawny, his tight bod shone through his simple clothing. Is he trying
to propose to me? He’s very forward about it, but that confidence is kinda hot.
Chios
wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. She’d never been proposed to before;
most humans fled at the sight of her and male cyclopes tended to be too boorish
for her refined tastes. Normally, I’d say yes, and then we’d hug it out, and
then kiss, and then something else happens and we get married, but he’s not
even awake yet. The cyclops wracked her brain, desperate to find a solution
before he regained consciousness. She couldn’t bare the thought of doing
something wrong and disappointing him. How’d that fairy tale go? The
princess kisses the sleeping charmer, and they live happily ever after? I’m not
royalty but I am prettier than any princess I’ve ever seen.
Larz
stirred in her arms. His eyes peeled open as he felt himself rise. Directly
above, a gigantic pair of puckered lips descended upon him. “Ah! No! Please
don’t eat-” It was too late. The cyclops’ lips enveloped his entire face. Drool
poured from her mouth into his, muting the man as she kissed him. After a few
seconds of intimacy, she pulled back, gazing at her betrothed with her bulbous,
yellow pupil. Larz swallowed the cyclops’ spit and fell into a coughing fit.
“Rise and
shine, sweetie-pie.” Chios cradled the miniature man in her arm, holding him
close to her chest. Larz’s eyes darted around as he absorbed his surroundings.
He was a few yards off the ground, and the cyclops wasn’t restraining him
anymore. It’d be simple enough to jump off and flee, but he doubted his ability
to outrun a twenty-foot-tall woman. Besides, she wasn’t acting hostile, and the
toothy grin stretched across her cheeks seemed genuine enough.
“Are you
not going to eat me?”
“Huh? I’d
never!” Chios recoiled and gritted her teeth. Shit, was the kiss too sudden?
It must have given him the wrong impression. “We couldn’t get married with you in my
stomach.” Larz’s eyes nearly flew out of their sockets.
“Married!?”
Since when am I getting married to a cyclops!? I don’t even know her name!
The last thing I remember is falling asleep on top of… The gears in Larz’s
mind whirred to life, tearing through the cobwebs that had developed around
them. I was sleeping with her! Of course! A man and woman sleeping together
means they’re married. She must think I proposed to her.
“What’s
wrong, my little bug-a-bear?” Chios rocked her man in her arm, swaying her
gargantuan tit into him. In a flash, her doting expression morphed into
something much sterner, and bloodlust oozed from her eye. “You’re not having
second thoughts, are you?”
“No. I want
to marry you more than anything in the world.”
“Yay!” Her
toothy smile returned in full force. “I’m sorry I doubted you. I’ve never been
in love before and couldn’t stand the thought of you breaking my heart.”
If I
reject her, she’s going to kill me. Larz sighed and leaned against her
areola. I suppose it is my fault for getting her involved with me. It’d be a
real jerk move to break up with her just after proposing. I’ll have to be
responsible and see this through. Feeling her breast ebb and flow to her
breathing reminded him how soft her body was. His mind wandered aimlessly for a
while, echoing the reminder that marrying her was the right thing to do.
“So, what
do we do now?” Chios asked. “I’m not too familiar with human customs.”
“Let me
think…” The introspective fool searched his memories for answers. “When
someone’s getting married back home, they usually announce it to the village,
and we all have a big celebration.”
“That
sounds wonderful! Do you live in that town down the road?”
“Yep, yep.”
Chios lifted Larz to her shoulder and perched him on it, the tiny man hanging
onto her ear for support. The cyclops stood up, putting a lofty distance
between Larz and the ground, and started walking down the mountain trail,
shaking the earth with every footstep. “The party should be extra festive since
you’re so big.”
“I hope so.
I’m starving.” As if on cue, Chios’ stomach rumbled with deific fury. Larz
breathed a sigh of relief, elated he wasn’t going to be satiating her hunger,
but as he breathed in, he was reminded of how pungent his bride-to-be was.
“After we
tell everyone the good news, we should get you washed up so you’re all clean
for the ceremony.”
“Really?”
Chois sniffed her opposing pit. “I just bathed six months ago. That should
still last me another year.”
“That
long?” Larz wasn’t too surprised, given the strength of the fumes clogging his
nose. “If we’re going to live together, then you should bathe at least once a
week.” Chios’ eye bulged, and she stopped in her tracks, the inertia almost
knocking Larz to the ground.
“No way!
You can’t expect me to wash up that often!” She was more distraught than upset,
but Larz still cowered with his arms held out in a defensive stance. Chios saw
the fear in his eyes and panicked. Shit! Did I do something wrong again?
Maybe human wives are expected to be super clean? Oh! Maybe bathing is a kink
of his. That must be it. The cyclops reached over and rubbed Larz’s cheek
with her finger, trying to calm him down. He lowered his arms and relaxed his
body, confused but aware he wasn’t in immediate danger. He had the guts to
be open about himself with me, and all I did was shame him. I have to be more
careful with my words.
“Ok,”
she decided. “I’ll bathe more regularly, but on one condition.” Larz leaned
forward with a brow raised. “You have to wash my whole body. Pamper me like a
good husband should. That means foot rubs, shoulder rubs, back massages, the
whole nine yards.”
“That’s a
lot more than one condition,” Larz grumbled. I suppose she has a point. A
good husband should be doting. “Fine, I’ll treat you like a princess-”
“Goddess.”
“I’ll treat
you like a goddess if you promise to bathe regularly. And maybe give me some
massages now and then.” Chios leaned in and kissed her man which he tried his
best to reciprocate. “But you’ll have to brush your teeth yourself,” he said,
wincing.
“Brush…
teeth…? Is that a human custom?”
…
“Aaaahhhh!”
A woman screamed and fainted at the sight of the one-eyed giantess walking into
the small village. It was a rustic town, lived in by a traditional folk who
relied on hunting and gathering to survive. Traders would come and go to trade
pelts and game, but the people here lived simple lives in simple wood cabins.
Upon seeing a cyclops enter their home, men and women alike grabbed their
spears and bows and took aim at the monster.
“Wait!
She’s with me!” Larz slid down her chest, grabbed her nipple to ease his fall,
and dropped to the ground. The sudden tug elicited a yelp from Chios, who
reacted otherwise indifferently to the weapons pointed her way. “She’s my
fiancé.”
The hunters
all lowered their weapons. If anyone else had made such an outlandish claim,
they’d have been killed on the spot, but this was simply another antic in the
town fool’s tiresome tapestry.
“Larz!
You’re alright!” A halfling man in dandy attire ran through the crowd of
hunters. He only stood to Larz’s waist, but the rugged townsfolk all made way
for him to scurry past. “We heard you were in terrible danger. Your mother just
returned from her hunt and is furious.”
“Ah, no
worries there, Pa,” Larz assured him. “I’m just getting married’s all.” The
halfling craned his neck so far he almost fell onto his back trying to lock
eyes with the massive woman. Chios was distracted, observing the village and
the people in it. The townsfolk were still on edge, but they understood they
weren’t in immediate danger, for now. “This my betrothed…” He looked to the
cyclops and back to his dad and then back to the cyclops. In a quick jaunt, he
ran over and slapped her shin. “Hey, darling, what’s your name?”
“Chios,”
she answered, crouching down to pick her fiancé back up. “What’s yours,
sweetie-pie?”
“Larz.” He
held out his arms as Chios’ fingers wrapped around him, lifting him up as if he
were a doll in her hand. “That’s my Pa. Most folks call him Olo.” Chios smiled
and waved at the miniscule man. Olo returned the gesture with a warm grin,
oddly nonchalant towards his future daughter-in-law’s appearance. The cyclops
pulled her fiancé closer in, her humongous eye still scanning the villagers.
“Hey,
Larz,” Chios held Larz right up to her lips and whispered as quietly as she
could, “I need your help pointing out who here I’m allowed to eat.”
“Um, you
can’t eat anybody in the village.”
“What?” The
cyclops’ stomach rumbled again, its bellow even more intense than before. “But
I’m hungry.” The townsfolk tightened their grip on their weapons, not feeling
so safe anymore.
“We have
plenty of food, like goat meat and bear steak. Oh, and Auntie Agatha boils the
best batch of rabbit stew this side of the border.” It was obvious that didn’t
appease her gluttony. Chios trained her eye on a stout fellow smoking a pipe on
his front porch. She fantasized stuffing him down her throat, choking him through,
feeling him writhe inside her tight esophagus as he lowered into her cavernous
stomach and banged helplessly against the sinewy walls as her gastric acid
melted him into fat. The cyclops licked her lips and started to edge forward,
but she stopped upon seeing the concern drawn across Larz’s face.
Crap, I
gotta stay strong. He’ll get upset if I eat one of his friends. She
clutched her rumbling belly, trying to quell the ravenous beast. Stay
strong!
“You can
have this bloke if you like,” a gruff woman shouted approaching the couple,
tossing a bruised and bloodied Lindblum towards the cyclops’ feet. She towered
over the rest of the townsfolk, standing as tall as Chios’ waist. A thick mane
of black and grey hair cascaded past her shoulders to the small of her back.
Her skin, taught against her musculature, was tanned and thoroughly scarred. The
amazon’s visage made the rest of the outdoorsmen look like cub scouts, and the
mustachioed dandy look like a toddler. She held her hand out, ready to greet
her town’s newest guest. “Name’s Amara. I’m mayor of this town.” Chios set Larz
on the ground and engulfed the amazon’s hand in her own. “That’s a firm
handshake you got there. I can almost feel it.”
“Hi, Ma,”
Larz greeted. “This is Chios. We’re getting married.”
“Is that
so? I guess I beat the shit out of this lout for nothing then.” Chios bent down
and yanked Lindblum off the ground. As the bruised man got his bearings, he
found himself staring down the gaping maw of the giant woman. A tongue the size
of a table dragged along his face and body, dumping a gallon of putrid saliva
all over his torso.
“Can I
really eat him?” Chios asked, mouth watering.
“Sure,”
Amara insisted. Lindblum screamed and writhed, but no one seemed to pay him any
mind.
“Please
don’t. He’s a coworker,” Larz insisted. Chios glanced between mother and son,
wanting so bad to indulge her appetite, but she decided it best to adhere to
her soon-to-be-husband’s wishes. She set the man on the ground where he stood
still, frozen in fear.
“Sorry I
didn’t come rescue you, kiddo. I only just got back, and it took me a minute
getting the truth outta this lousy fuck.” Amara noticed the cyclops clutching
her grumbling belly. “Why don't you two get yourselves cleaned up while we set
up for the ceremony. Larz, show your lady to the hot springs; I'll have some
hors d'oeuvres sent your way in the meantime.” The amazon said, pronouncing
every letter in “hors d'oeuvres.” “We'll cook up the biggest feast this town
has ever seen.”
“Wait, the
ceremony's tonight?” Chios’ eye widened. “That's too soon! There's so much prep
that needs done. I need a dress, and I've gotta invite my family, and my dress
has to look fabulous, and my mom and sister have to be here, and…”
“Leave the
dress to me,” Olo spoke up. The halfling held his fingers up, framing every
curve of the heavy-set cyclops as he formulated her measurements by eye. “I'll make sure you're the prettiest bride
this town has ever seen.”
“In such
short notice? It's my wedding day; I have to look perfect!”
“Trust me,”
Amara interjected. “My husband is as good at hemming pelts as I am at skinning
them. He'll make you a wedding dress to rival nobility.” Chios squinted at the
older couple, but she decided to trust her in-laws. “As for your folks…” Amara
looked to the crony slowly creeping away from the scene. “Lindblum! Go invite
the cyclopes to our village.”
“Me!? Why
do I gotta do that?”
“Think of
it as atonement for almost getting my son killed,” Amara said glaring him down.
Lindblum couldn’t tell if he was more terrified of the man-eating monster before
him or of the cyclopes. The crony slumped and meandered towards the giant
woman.
“Ms. Chios,
what's the likelihood your family's gonna eat me on site?”
“Oh, not
high,” the cyclops lied, trying to save face in front of her fiancé. She
pointed Lindblum towards a summit a good ten miles away. “They live in a big
cave up on that mountain. When you get there, be sure to open with ‘Chios is
getting married in the village to the south,’ y'know, just in case.”
“In case of
what?” Though Lindblum was scared of the answer, Chios ignoring him to fuss
over her fiancé offered no reassurance. She picked Larz up and squeezed
him between her mammoth breasts, swinging him from side to side in what was
presumably the mismatched couple’s version of a hug. What am I atoning for,
again?
“Get going
already!” Amara blared, sending Lindblum fleeing out of town. “And if I don't
see those cyclopes in my town within an hour, then I'll hunt you down myself!”
The amazon then turned to her son and his beloved, the former having climbed up
the latter’s shoulder to kiss all over her cheek. “And you two. Get out of here
and have some fun by yourselves. Leave all the heavy lifting to us.”
…
Chios sat
in the open-air hot spring, leaning her back against the rocky cliffside while
she soaked in the billowing steam. The springs had been cordoned off for the
happy couple to enjoy privately, the massive pool of sweltering water reaching
up to Chios’ navel. Larz stood at the poolside ledge, removing his clothes and
tossing them beside the cyclops’ discarded loincloth.
This was
the first time Chios saw her lover naked, and her heartbeat hastened as her eye
struggled to take in the girth of Larz’s member. “Sorry,” Larz blushed,
scratching the back of his head. “Halfling’s have larger… um… y’know, proportional to the rest of them, but
because of my mom’s side, I’m a lot taller and it just sorta, uh, scales with
that.”
“Don’t be
sorry.” Chios grabbed her little lover in her hand and fiddled his dick with
her thumb. Larz gasped, unable to fight back against her overwhelming
influence. The log of a thumb twisted, flipped, grinded, and stroke his cock,
making it tense as iron before suddenly pulling away. “Uh-uh, not so fast.
We’re not wedded yet, darling.”
Chios
dropped her man into the water steaming between her legs. The spring pooled up
to around his neck, Larz wiping his wet hair out of his eyes as he pulled his
head out of the water. Two large bushels sat on the poolside ledge filled with
apples and pairs provided by the townsfolk. Chios reached into the bushel and
grabbed at least a dozen apples, tossing them into her mouth and chewing them
up like popcorn, a few rolling out of her grip and down her body into the
water. Larz grabbed an apple that rolled down the cyclops’ round belly and took
a bite.
“Since
you're down there, you may as well start with my feet.” Chios grabbed a sponge
and bucket of soap off a rack on the ledge beside her and handed them to her
fiancé. She lifted her right foot halfway out of the water, allowing Larz to
get up close and personal with her filthy sole. Letting the bucket float in the
spring, Larz brought his sponge to her skin and scraped away many months’ worth
of dirt, grime, and dead skin. Her skin was rough and callus, Chios having
walked barefoot all her life. Fortunately, the open-air bathhouse was fully
stocked with sponges and soap, meaning Larz didn’t have to worry that his
current sponge was hastily degrading against the cyclops’ foot.
Larz
pivoted in the water and clambered onto Chios’ ankle, straddling her shin to
better reach her toes. Sitting there, the tip of her big toe was at Larz’s eye
level, giving him easy access as he scrubbed the grime out from between them.
The digits’ wiggling didn’t help much, but that and her soft humming put a
smile on Larz’s face. The cyclops had never been doted on before, but now she
was pondering if one bath a week was truly enough. If a good wife bathed that
frequently, then surely a great wife would receive a bath every day!
Upon
finishing the first foot, Larz crawled up her leg and scrubbed away. He handled
the top of her calf first, moving up to the knee and eventually the thigh. Her
leg was too thick to fully sweep from the top, especially the further up he
got, so Larz slid off the thigh to get the sides and underneath the immense
limb. While he scrubbed the underside of her knee and thigh, submersing himself
entirely in the drink, the thought that Chios could flatten him by simply
lowering her leg briefly crossed his mind, but he had faith that she would
never hurt him without good reason. A similar thought occurred to Chios, but
she decided a prank like that wasn’t worth the chance of drowning him. Her foot
and calf buoyed in the water as she hummed along.
Larz swam
to the other foot and repeated the process, going through four sponges and
three buckets worth of soap by the time he was finished with his lover’s lower
half. Squatting on her monolithic thigh, Larz noted Chios biting her lower lip.
The next logical spot to clean was obscured beneath the cyclops’ FUPA. “Sorry,
dear,” he shrugged, “but we ain’t married yet, remember?” Chios pouted and
rolled her eye, but scooted her waist forward to make her stomach more
accessible.
Larz
clambered onto the pudgy hill, his hands and knees sinking into her supple fat.
He could feel her guts gurgling beneath her flesh as she continued to wolf down
apples and pears. Larz crawled along her belly, scrubbing all over her midriff.
Though filthy, her exposed skin wasn't as tarnished as her soles, laid bare to
sunlight and rainstorms. Her belly button was another matter. Larz spent ten
minutes digging all manner of grime out of her navel. He burned through an
entire sponge scraping smudge out every nook. As he bored into her belly button,
balmy gusts of breath washed over him. The sensations Chios felt writhing in
her nerves were equal parts soothing and irritating. Her skin crawled and her
pulse hastened as Larz dug deep into a sensitive nook. Feeling his lover’s
response to his cleaning, Larz stopped himself. Her belly button required a lot
more attention, but Larz was afraid of the discomfort it caused his fiancé, so
he tossed the disintegrating sponge aside and walked up her sternum.
Between her
stout breasts, Larz grabbed another sponge and more soap from his partner,
ready to lather her chest. He stretched himself over her left tit, her velvety
fat molding around his torso as he massaged the dirt out of her skin. Larz
noticed her heartbeat hadn’t slowed, nor had her breathing steadied, but
glancing at the ends of her lips curling up her cheeks motivated him to keep at
it, her reaction only intensifying as he worked her nipple.
With the
outer dome spotless, Larz tumbled back into the cleavage and wedged his arms
beneath her tit. He lifted with all his might, his bent knees pushing against
the cyclops’ sternum while his scrawny biceps flexed as hard as they could,
appearing as if they’d snap in two. The half-halfling didn’t have enough
strength to even budge the immovable blob, eliciting a chuckle from his behemothic
lover.
“Need
help?” Chios wrapped her hand over her boob and lifted it with ease, folds
eking between her huge fingers. The underside, nearly untouched by the sun, was
coated in grime and built-up, sweaty residue. The dauntless fiancé crawled in
and got to washing, his partner’s breast hanging over him like an awning.
Though, he wouldn’t get very far.
Chios
couldn’t resist the urge to smother her beloved, dropping her mammary onto the
unsuspecting cleaner. Larz’s body collapsed beneath the two hundred fifty
pounds of tissue, knocking out all the air in his lungs and consuming much of
his self. He couldn’t move his arms, neck or anything else above the waist;
only his feet and lower legs were still exposed, the rest buried in tit. The
weight was immense, but it wasn’t enough to break him, though getting air back
into his lungs was another hurdle entirely. Eventually, Chios let up, lifting
Larz’s comely burden and giving him the chance to breathe. “Sorry, I couldn’t
help myself.”
“Don’t
worry about it,” he said, not that there was any need to. His erection spoke
volumes for him. Larz proceeded onto the other tit and repeated much the same
procedure. With a steady hand, Chios decided to spare her lover from another
sandwiching, instead savoring his dutiful massages.
Moving up
her body, the next spot in desperate need of attention were her armpits. Larz
used Chios’ boob as a step while the cyclops wrapped her left arm over the back
of her head. A fetid stench erupted from her pits like a geyser, nearly
throwing Larz back into the bath below, but the small man held his ground and
plugged his nose. The skin under her arm was much softer and more sensitive
than the rest of her torso, giving Chios even more tantalizing stimulus as her
lover got to scrubbing. The hairs growing from her pit matted from Larz’s
sponge, making washing the skin more troublesome. Wet hairs entangled his hand
like vines, forcing him to unknot the strands as tenderly as possible.
Once he was
finished, the pit’s stank was gone, replaced with the soap’s pleasant, floral
aroma. Larz hopped onto the other boob and got to work on the other side, her
matted hair causing more frustration. Afterwards, and after receiving another
sponge, Larz straddled her shoulder, sliding up her right arm like he did her
leg. This time, the cyclops could slowly twist her limb, allowing Larz to clean
both sides without getting off the arm. Upon her man reaching her wrist, Chios
stretched out her fingers, splaying them so Larz could scrub between each one.
When Larz finished the digits themselves, Chios revolved her wrist so that her
palm faced upwards, curling her fingers toward her lover so he could manicure
her nails. The little man gave up on his tattered sponge and resorted to
scooping the gunk beneath her nails by hand.
With one
hand clean, Larz trapezed to her shoulder, hopped over her boobs like stepping
stones, and straddled her other arm, cleaning it just as thoroughly as the rest
of her. However, he noticed Chios’ left hand was much cleaner than the right,
especially the tips of her first few fingers. It didn’t make much sense to him
why one hand would be cleaner than the other, but he didn’t care enough to
question it, happy that at least one part of the cyclops wasn’t in dire need of
a wash.
All that
was left from the neck down was her backside. Chios waited for Larz to clamber
over to her shoulder and leaned forward, collapsing onto her belly and resting
on her forearms. She enjoyed the pitter patter of him running back and forth
along her. After the initial soaking, Larz got in deep on her folds, kneading
them to the best of his ability and to the delight of his partner. His strength
was no cyclops’, but Chios adored the attention all the same. The back was the
easiest part to clean, mostly flat aside from the occasional fold. It only took
as long as it did because of its expanse, but after enough scrubbing, it was
clean, and all that remained was the rear.
Larz
approached the twin mounds rising menacingly out of the water. He had saved his
lover’s rump for last, dreading it. Given how disgusting her belly button was,
Larz held no hope for the condition of the cyclops’ ass. With trepidation, he
climbed onto the rolling hills and froze at the sight of them.
It was
clean. The valley, as well as the pit at the bottom, was clean. There was still
some dirt baked into her cheeks, but the crack was spotless as if it had very
recently been washed. Larz turned towards Chios’ grinning face.
“I thought
you could use the break,” she said. “You’ve been working so hard and have done
such a tremendous job, I figured you deserved some help.” Larz thought back to
her left hand and realized she had been sitting on it this whole time, cleaning
herself with it while using her right hand to grab fruits and sponges.
“Thanks.”
Larz hopped into her crack, lounging between her bulbous cheeks. “That was
sweet of you.”
“Hey,
Larz,” Chios scratched her temple aimlessly, staring at her reflection in the
water. “Why did you propose to me?” The boy in her butt grew silent, deep in
thought.
I can’t
tell her it was an accident. That’d break her heart. Larz closed his eyes
and soaked in his lover’s warmth. But I don’t want to lie to her.
“When
we first met, I don’t know, I felt I could rest easy around you.” he decided. “I
think we complement each other, y’know? You’re a lot that I’m not: big, and strong,
and cool, and smart. You’re like the other half I never knew I was missing.”
Chios lifted her legs and gently kicked the air. “What about you? What made you
say yes?”
“Oh,” I
can’t tell him it’s because he’s hot. He’ll think I’m shallow. “I loved how
forward you were. It made me feel special, and I can rely on you to make big
decisions. And you’re very sweet.” The two took it easy, soaking in the spring,
and each other’s, warmth. They were to be wed in short notice, but neither had
butterflies in their stomachs.
…
Freshened
up, Larz walked by himself to the village square, an open space now filled with
tables, drink kegs, and a bevy of homestyle foods, including a commendable
cauldron filled to the brim with rabbit stew. When the couple exited the
bathhouse, Olo offered his son a black suitcoat and guided the bride to his
home to put on her dress. For the first time since early that morning, Larz was
without Chios. Serenity overtook his heart, a hollow calm before what ought to
be a beautiful storm.
At the edge
of the square, leaning against the storefronts as they sat and waited, were two
giant women, each with one, bulging eye. The older of the pair was a venerable
mountain, towering over the houses behind her as well as her daughters by a
whole head. The cyclops beside her appeared a couple years younger than Chios
and was the thinnest of the family, having a frame resembling an hourglass
figure.
“Hello,”
Larz bowed before his new in-laws, “I’m Chios’ fiancé, Larz. It’s a pleasure to
meet you both.”
“Ionia,”
the mother grunted, her eye panning up and down the miniscule man. “This is my
youngest, Mykonos.” Mykonos held a half-naked Lindblum tight in her hand,
licking his head like a lollipop. Amara, who had been chatting idly with her
sister-in-law, didn’t seem perturbed by his predicament. “You’re pretty cute. I
see why my daughter favors you. I’m just glad you ain’t one of us.”
“I was
wondering if she had a father,” Amara posited, “or did you raise both girls by
yourself?”
“It was all
me,” Ionia huffed, “which was for the best. My ex was a born loser, always
drunk and complaining I wasn’t ‘womanly’ enough for him. He abandoned us when
the girls were still young. Decided he'd rather herd sheep on some island than
raise a real family. Last I heard, the bastard got his eye poked out by some
nobody.” Larz’s concern shifted to the man whose head had more slobber than
hair.
“Hey,
Lindblum, you doing alright?”
“What’s it
look like, asshole?”
“Quiet!”
Mykonos shouted, tightening her grip and causing Lindblum to gag. “I told you
to only speak when I give the command.” The young cyclops’ eye shot to Larz
with a more cheerful mien. “Mom said I can keep this human as a pet, so I named
him Plumbum.” She gave him another lick, sending shivers rushing down his spine
alongside a sopping stream of saliva.
“It’s not
fair,” Plumbum mumbled. “Guy gets a loving wife, and I get put on a leash.”
“Plumbum!
Bad!” Plumbum felt his heart crawl up his throat as the cyclops squeezed
harder. “Geez, why does my human have to be so disobedient?”
“He’ll
wizen up sonner or later,” Amara snickered. “If there’s one thing he’s good
for, it’s boot licking.”
“Everyone!
To your places!” Olo ran down the street into the square, waving his stocky
arms. Behind him, the bride processioned in a resplendent dress fashioned from
several snow leopard pelts. Chios held a bouquet of untrimmed sunflowers; the
skin of an albino anaconda had been tied around her thigh. “We can begin the
wedding!”
The whole
village gathered and sat at the various tables, food assorted all over the
venue. A couple hunters hauled a table over to the cyclopes for them, Amara,
Olo, and Plumbum to sit at. Larz joined his betrothed at the center of the
square.
“You look
beautiful,” Larz professed, reaching up to grasp the tips of her fingers. Chios
had to bend down to hold her fiancé’s hands, locking eye to eyes with him.
“You clean
up nicely, yourself,” she winked, blinking back a single tear. While they
delighted in the moment, Amara dragged a whining priest by the collar towards
the center.
“You do
understand that the Church will not recognize the union between a human and-”
“Oh, can
it, your holiness.” Amara tossed him towards the bride and groom, throwing a
beat-up bible his way. “Just go through the motions and say they’re married.
That’s all anyone cares about.” The priest skimmed through the worn-down tome,
unperturbed to find it was actually an old copy of There and Back Again: A
Guide to Attracting Halflings. He sighed and got into position behind the
couple.
“We are
gathered here today to celebrate the union of Larz and Chios.” The priest
flipped through the book as if its pages had anything of value, only to blush
upon reaching the section on mounting techniques. “You two, say your vows.”
“Chios,”
Larz began, “From that first embrace, you stole my heart and refused to give it
back. I could never tell you ‘no’ even if I wanted to.”
“Larz,”
Chios waxed, “I’ve never met a man so sweet and tender that I didn’t want to
devour. You make me the happiest cyclops in the world.” The priest looked up
from the book and realized the pause meant it was his turn again.
“Do you
both agree to take each other as your eternal partner, to love, comfort, honor,
and keep one another in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to
have and to hold or be held from this day forward, as long as you both shall
live?”
“I do,”
they declared in unison.
“Cool, then
you’re married. Have a pleasant life together.” The Priest bent the corner of
the page he was on and retreated to the church while the happy couple sealed
their love. Chios grabbed her husband in both hands and lifted him to her lips.
The cyclops’ kiss engulfed Larz’s face, the shorter man trying to reciprocate
his love against a tidal wave of spit. Applause roared across the square, and
the ceremony transitioned to the feast.
Chios and
Larz sat at their own table and had their food brought to them: rotisserie
pork, mutton chops, stuffed gizzard, elk tartare, collard greens, boiled,
mashed, and fried potatoes, salmon sashimi and roe, mushroom medley, rabbit
stew, and a bevy of barley beers, wines, and honey meads. Everyone chowed down,
the cyclopes eviscerating the spread. Chios slurped rabbit stew with more gusto
than a bunny in heat. Ionia and Mykonos swallowed roasted pigs whole, bones and
all. Amara, Olo, and Larz held a respectable pace, scarfing lamb meat like
starving wolves. Hunters and townsfolk puttered to and fro, snatching food and
drink in raucous jubilee.
“Congratulations,
boy!” The merchant boss, two mugs of wine in hand, draped himself over the
groom. There was a purple ring around his right eye, unable to escape from
Amara’s wrath upon his return to the village. “We'll head out tomorrow. Late
afternoon, so you and the missus can enjoy the evening to the fullest.” A
lascivious smirk etched along his face as he burped up alcohol.
“Sorry,
boss, but I've got to settle down now,” Larz sputtered through mouthfuls of
taters and shrooms. “I've got a family to think about now. I can't be traveling
the world on adventures and whatnot.”
“Nonsense!”
The boss slammed his mugs on the table. “Your wife's coming with us. I'mma hire
her as a bodyguard. No bandit with any sense of self-worth will dare target a
caravan protected by a cyclops.”
“Can I eat
any that do?” Chios asked. She was on her sixth bowl, more accurately basin, of
stew.
“Be my
guest.”
“I guess
it's fine if they're bandits,” Larz pondered. Other guests wandered up
throughout the evening, offering well wishes to the happy couple and partaking
in the delicious food. As bellies filled and the band started up, all hell
broke loose with guests dancing, drinking, and wallowing in merriment. Ionia
wowed the crowd with her traditional cyclopean throat singing, and Amara
reminded her town that she used to be the lead lute player in her medieval rock
band. Despite the last-minute planning, the wedding ceremony went off without a
hitch.
…
Later than
night, the newlyweds retired to a cave in the mountains. The cavern, wide
enough to fit a family of cyclopes and dimly lit by wall-mounted torches,
hosted a makeshift cot made of luxury wool, provided by the couple’s parents. Chios
carried her groom into the cave and playfully tossed him onto the mat. Larz
watched his wife unstrap her dress, unfettering her naked body for him to gape
at. The cyclops towered over her husband, casting him in shadow as he fumbled
to get his clothes off.
“Let's see
what that little body of yours can do,” Chios goaded, sitting down before him.
Larz felt the impact of her immense ass striking the earth; her legs stretched
out on either side of him, barricading him from the rest of the cavern. Meekly,
Larz crawled up to his wife's waiting vulva, its lips spread in anticipation.
He felt around it, caressing the labia and fingering his hand inside. As large
as the opening was, it wouldn't be big enough for him to crawl inside, but he
found his hand sinking deeper within the wet fleshy walls of Chios’ vagina. As
he lost his elbow to the sinkhole, Larz breathed in a wave of her arousal, the
tangy aroma overtaking his senses.
Chios
pressed her first and middle fingers against Larz's back, shoving him shoulder
deep inside of her. A spattering of ejaculate splashed against his face, and
the cyclops pushed his body against her lips with a rhythmic pulse. Past the
folds, Larz noticed a pink nub hanging over him. He fondled it with his free
hand, and felt Chios jerk in response. The harder he rubbed it, the greater
Chios' response which led him reaching up with his mouth and sucking on the
swollen fruit. The giant woman's moaning intensified and the pressure from her
fingers only grew stronger. Larz’s upper body became entrenched in sopping
arousal, the sticky fluid coating his arm and face.
Chios
yanked him out of her cavity and grinded his whole body against her pussy. Forced
up and down against his wife’s body, Larz's prick prodded her vagina as he
dragged along her crotch. Her grip was hellishly tight, so much so that Larz
could hear his bones creaking. Pain entwined with pleasure in ballroom dance,
performing against the backdrop of moans and grunts.
This went
on for some time until Chios desired further penetration. She rolled further
onto her back, propping her feet up against the cavern wall for support, and
jammed Larz cock-first into the puckered rim of her asshole. The cyclops
released her grip on him, giving him the chance to thrust on his own accord,
before grabbing her globular cheeks from either side and mashing her lover
between them. Larz struggled to stay mobile against the overwhelming clap of
Chios’ ass, but he continued to pleasure his wife to the best of his ability.
Based on her operatic groaning, he deemed his efforts a success.
Her lust
still not sated, Chios yanked Larz from her rear and grinded his body against
her taint, before returning him to her pussy and coercing him into lapping up
her cum. With one finger, she buried his face into her pussy, almost drowning
him in her arousal. Larz fought back, both with his tongue and his squirming
body, but Chios’ counteroffensive was too strong, slamming her man between her
ample thighs. Larz's muscles ached, his bones were ready to give out, his
vision blurred, but he wouldn't quit until his lover was satisfied.
Chios could
feel her husband's resolve weakening and let up on the abuse. Sitting back up,
she lifted him away from her crotch and up to her mouth, kissing his head and
chest averously. Her soft lips and warm tongue were a welcome relief to his
bruised skin, soaking him in affection against the vermillion pillows and
tensile muscle. She crept down his body, coating his whole frame in spit,
before locking onto his crotch.
Larz tensed
up as Chios sucked on his manhood. Her upper lip grazed his shaft while the tip
of her tongue fondled his sack, each tugging the man with inhumane ferocity.
The force of her suction would put a wind elemental to shame, and Larz grew
concerned his genitals were under threat of tearing clean off. That didn't stop
his dick from standing fully erect. After a few tugs, Larz couldn't hold back
any longer and unloaded into his wife's mouth.
Chios
paused and pulled back, leaving a trail of extra sticky spit connecting her
lips to his tip. She savored the puddle of jizz on her tongue, swishing it
around for good measure, and swallowed. Larz fell limp in her hand, recovering
from the brutal consumption. But the fire in the cyclops’ eye had yet to go
out. Chios smacked her lips back onto his still hard cock and demanded seconds.
Larz's cum tasted better than any man she had ever eaten, and one serving
wasn't enough for the thirsty woman. Larz's groans turned into heavy grunts as
he tried to stay strong for his beloved, eventually producing another hot load
for her. She repeated the process, pulling back, savoring, and swallowing
before returning for even more.
“Please…
Stop… I can't…” Larz pushed against his wife's cheeks, his arms so weak they
could snap, but she didn't answer his pleas. Chios wasn’t finished yet, milking
every drop she could eek out of her man. Larz managed to squirt out a couple more
dollops, the very last dregs at the bottom of the bottle. Chios took what she
could get and released her lips hold on him. The tiny man in her hand was black
and blue, bruised and battered all over, and his dick glowed ruby red.
“We’re
going to have to work on your endurance, darling,” Chios teased. Larz didn’t
have the energy to respond, but the wide grin on his weary face told her he
wasn’t ready for a divorce yet. Sprawling out on the cot, Chios lowered Larz
into her cleavage and gently squeezed her breasts together, enveloping him
within them. All Larz could do to return the favor was kiss her supple skin,
the rest of his body unable to move. One by one, the torches went out as the
couple lay together, the first of many nights deep in each other’s embrace.