I was living in a small village outside of the walls of Everfort, the kingdom where I was born and raised. Being 6’11 and as I’ve been told many times, built like a brick wall, I found myself in a number of different day laboring jobs- mostly lugging around lumber, doing repairs, tending to livestock. The kind of work you find yourself doing in a small, rural community. I’ve always been big and strong and I guess that opens up a fair amount of opportunities for a man, but I never thought that it would lead me to where I ended up. 

I stood clad in royal armor custom fitted for me. My broad, muscular but soft around-the-middle body filled out the set nicely, glimpses of my tan skin showing through the gaps in my armor. The man at the armory marveled about the thickness of my thighs- I guess I own the biggest pair of greaves that he’s made which to me is almost embarrassing. I mean, I hate to inconvenience anyone. After all, I was there to help, to support the Prince. I suppose I should finish explaining my position… 

A few months prior a competition was held in the city. All of the strongest men and women in the kingdom showed up to compete so that they might become a member of the royal guard, but this wasn’t just any position. We were competing to become Prince Lockhart’s personal body guard. 

I know I don’t have to explain who Prince Cassius River Lockhart is. I mean, the man is beloved by all. People flock from all over the world to live under his rule and for good reason. He’s a beautiful, kind Prince who loves his people. I admit the first time I saw him I was in total awe- the way his wavy, sandy blonde hair billowed behind him almost like a cape, his striking, finely tailored clothing, his tall boots. He had such a handsome, nearly ethereal beauty. And then of course, there was the obvious- he was a giant. 

Standing over 60 feet tall, he was impossible to miss while taking a stroll through the city. Sometimes even from my settlement outside of the city walls I could hear the ground rumbling from the sheer force of his weight. It makes sense that Everfort castle is the largest in the world. Its housed the royal family for generations, and for generations, they’ve been giants! I could only imagine what it used to be like with giants roaming all around the city. When I was a boy, I learned that Prince Cassius was the last of his kind. Apparently all the other giants had gone… an unfortunate matter we don’t have to discuss yet. 

Anyway, I tend to get off topic. I ended up winning the competition. All these years I just thought I was big guy with unnatural strength, but it turns out I’m a warrior too and I proved that fight after fight with the other competitors. The competition was brutal! I’ll spare you the gritty details of it all, but it wasn’t only a matter of brawn. The Prince sought an audience with the participants once things were narrowed down to the most promising competitors. As I was climbing the stairs to the throne room I was so nervous I was sweating buckets! I desperately dabbed at my forehead with handkerchief before pushing open one of the massive double doors. 

There he was- closer than I’d ever seen him. He looked absolutely gigantic sitting in his throne, one long leg crossed over the other. I was immediately enveloped by the smell of his expensive cologne- everyone always marvels about his intoxicating scent. For the first time in my life I felt small as I approached him, the sound of my footsteps echoing through out the chamber. His attention was turned to his advisor, but as he noticed me I was met with his dazzling smile and I felt myself melt under the gaze of his giant golden brown eyes. 

I never expected to be met with that smile everyday. Yes, he chose me. I think something about my story spoke to him- how I sought out the job so that I could support my family back at home. See, I had a big family with lots of siblings, but my father was very sick and my Mom died when I was little so it was just been me and my grandparents taking care of my 6 siblings. Working for the Prince sounded like a promising way to make money and god, was it! Never in my life had I seen that kind of coin and the fact that I was earning it  protecting my Prince was only a bonus. 

So, as I was saying, a few months later I stood clad in my armor, keeping guard at the Prince’s bedroom door. His footsteps were heavy but graceful as he padded across the floor, rubbing his forehead. He had a long day of planning for the upcoming festival, one meant to unite the kingdoms and allow our own to flourish. 

I just watched him for a moment before he began unbuttoning his shirt and I had to turn my head. I’d seen his body plenty by then. I mean, we lived in a hot climate so most of his clothes showed a generous amount of skin, and although the Prince was a wonderful man, he loved to show off. Plus, being his guard meant I followed him wherever he went- when he’d bathe in the hot springs, when he’d have fittings, etc, but I don’t know… I’d still find myself getting flustered when he undressed. 

So, I turned my head and thanked god that my helmet would keep the servants from seeing me blush. I could hear him giggle as he crawled into his massive, plush bed. His servant was already working on undoing the braids in his hair which is a lot of work for someone so small compared to him. They were softly gossiping about something. Moira was his best servant- apparently they’d known each other since childhood, and she was his closest friend. 

She eventually looked in my direction and called out, “Our Prince is safe in his bed for the night. Why don’t you let the other guards take care of the night shift while you get some rest, Soren?” 

I saw the Prince’s gaze land on me, causing me to flush even more. His lips curled into a smirk- I feel like he must have known the effect he had on me. 

“Goodnight, Soren. See you in the morning, hm?” 

His voice was always so velvety, almost hypnotically so. I removed my helmet and bowed to him, “Y-yes, Prince.” 

His smile only widened, “Good man.” 

I heard the two of them giggling as I left the room- no doubt making fun of the Prince’s body guard for being so flustered in his presence. I’d been in his service for nearly two months and we’d barely spoken- aside from the day he assessed me in the throne room. It certainly wasn’t because he didn’t try though. Everyday he’d beam down at me and ask how I was, but every single time I’d find myself clamming up. He just had such an intimidating presence. His largeness aside, he was a beautiful, alluring man. 

I groaned a bit after taking off my armor and lying down in my bed. Staring up at the ceiling, I couldn’t help but think of the Prince. My clothes constantly reeked of his cologne, a side effect of being around him all day everyday. It was strange thinking about how his body was bigger than the entirety of my chambers, that someone I watched so intimately would probably never see the inside of my living space. Is it lonely to be the last of your kind? To be so much bigger than everyone around you? 

I covered my face with my pillow. I know that he at least has lovers. A lot of lovers… only a week prior was there a group of “visitors” at his door one evening, all scantily clad and ecstatic to show their Prince how much they adore him. I turned around to find his naked body towering over me as he let them in through his door, giving me a little wink before turning his attention to his guests. His body was a sight to behold- slender but muscular like the body of a dancer, a gorgeous view of his round ass as he turned around. 

I politely left the room while he entertained his little guests, but that didn’t mean I was naive to the events that transpired. His big, pretty moans shook the walls as the sex servants pleasured him for hours. From what I’d heard, Cassius was a generous lover who didn’t leave his servants unsatisfied, and I felt that must be true based on the way one of the women left the room completely drenched in something. 

My mind wandered to the size of his cock- it would be big even if he were a regular sized man, but his status as a giant only meant that it was completely unmatched in size. I felt my own cock strain against my underwear, causing me to groan again and bury my face further into the pillow. It wasn’t right for me to think of the Prince that way. I was his sworn protector, his knight, his royal guard. My Prince was off limits in every sense of the word, and I refused to succumb to my desires. 

This line of thinking was foolishly naive now that I’ve had time to reflect on the whole thing, but I stubbornly turned on my side and squeezed my eyes shut until I fell asleep, boner going ignored. I woke the next morning feeling understandably frustrated, but ready to serve my giant for another day- if only I knew I was about to get up close and personal with him… 

The next morning I groggily made my way back to the Prince’s chambers, trying hard to conjure up a good mood despite my frustrations. I really should have just masturbated about it, but nooo I had to do the right thing and torment myself with thoughts of a man I couldn’t have all night. 

The walk there always took over half and hour- the hallways were made so big for the 60 ft giant so walking the same path meant an early morning workout for me. By the time I reached his door, my blood was pumping enough that it made me forget about my grumpiness, but something felt strange. Normally I’d hear the sound of his footsteps by then as he was getting ready or even his musical voice as he spoke to his servants over a cup of coffee, but the room was perfectly quiet. 

When I stepped inside, none of the servants had shown up yet and the Prince was still sleeping soundly in his bed. 

“Uh,” I scratched my head. I knew he had an important fitting scheduled for the morning so the fact that he was still sleeping wasn’t good. And people who know the Prince know that he loves his beauty sleep. He’ll happily sleep the day away if no one comes to wake him, but it wasn’t the day for that. The only thing he might have loved more than sleeping was his fancy clothes and he wouldn’t want to miss that fitting. 

“Why can’t I be the one to wake him?” I thought to myself. I’d seen the servants do it plenty of times- they just climbed the rope ladder on the side of his bed and gently spoke to him until he began to stir. I could do that for him… 

My heart was racing as I scaled the ladder all the way to the top. I could hear the sound of him breathing deeply as he slept- even the giant’s lungs sounded big and powerful in comparison to my own. It was almost a little alarming, like I had stumbled into the bed of a dangerous beast.. 

My eyes fell to the massive sleeping figure and I was quickly reminded that Prince Cassius liked to sleep nude. The landscape of his body was partially covered by a blanket, but there were still miles of flawless, tan skin for me to see. The curves and edges of his muscles were almost awe inspiring so close up, like some kind of beautiful carving. My eyes followed the natural path from his gigantic pectorals, down his chiseled abs where his blonde happy trail disappeared underneath the shadow of the comforter. 

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look elsewhere. His pretty face was resting against the pillow only a few feet from me, his full lips slightly parted. God, he looked so sweet, so peaceful… a hand large enough to crush me lay on the pillow next to his face, adorned in expensive looking gold rings. 

I cleared my throat and tried my best to sound normal, “Um, Prince? It’s time to wake up, Prince..” 

No response, the pretty giant just continued to snooze. I nervously scratched my head, feeling very flushed. I’d seen Moira have to play with his hair or pet his face to get his attention… I took a deep breath before stepping forward and getting close enough to touch his face. I was quickly enveloped in the warmth of his body, the smell of his cologne and shampoo. I could even feel the gentle hum of his pulse as he slept. My face was beat red as I reached out to touch his cheek, feeling the slight scratchiness of his stubble on my hand.  

“Prince Lockhart, it’s time to wake up…” 

My eyes widened as I watched him begin to stir. A small moan escaped his lips as he came to the waking world- a sound that would have been gentle weren’t he so gigantic. His vocal cords rumbled the mattress ever so slightly under my feet and I stumble backwards as he moved his hand. It brushed against me and nearly knocked me over! It was hard to believe how heavy it was. 

“Mmm, Moira. Why must you always wake me up?” He sighed, a smirk on his mouth as his eyelids slowly fluttered open. Massive golden brown eyes peered at me through thick lashes. They quickly widened as they recognized me and the Prince furrowed his brow, smiling softly, “Soren?” 

I blushed and did my best to stand to attention, “My Prince.” I bowed my head, “The servants were late to wake you, so I thought I’d do it instead.” 

He raises his eyebrow at me, his smile widening. I felt like his eyes were practically devouring me. 

“Is that so?” 

I felt the mattress beneath my feet move a little as the giant shifted his weight and stretched, yawning. He turned his attention back to me, resting his face against his hand, that same playful smile on his lips. 

“Y-yes, Prince,” I stammered. “You have that fitting and I know how importa-“

Suddenly I was cut off by his outstretched finger. The large digit stroked the side of my face, his perfectly manicured nail gently grazing my jawline. I met his gaze to see a look of adoration on his face. 

“You’re really so handsome without your little helmet on, you know that?” 

My mouth just fell open as I stared up at him dumbly. I knew the Prince loved to tease people. Surely that’s all this was? 

“I… uh..,” I let out some nervous laughter which was only met by a giggle from the Prince. He stroked my jaw once more with a large finger before we heard the door to his chambers open- it was Moira and the other’s.

“God, I’ll never understand how the head maid can go on for 30 mins after the meeting is over..” She grumbled as she climbed up the ladder, prepared to wake her Prince only to find him already sitting up. She raised her eyebrows, then noticed me standing there, prompting her to put her hands on her hips. 

“Why are you in the Prince’s bed?!” She began to playfully beat on my shoulders to scold me. I just laughed nervously, trying to explain. 

“No need to be jealous, sweetheart,” intervened the Prince. With a simple sweep of his hand, he pushed Moira away from me. “Soren here was only worried about my appointment and you’re late.” He stuck his tongue out playfully and gave me a wink. I couldn’t help but blush as usual. The whole bed shifted again as Cassius stood up and stretched before putting on his robe. I couldn’t help but notice how cold the bed immediately felt without him in it. 

I stood watch while the servants fussed over the Prince for the next hour- combing his waterfalls of wavy blonde hair, weaving in gold ribbon and tassel, spritzing him with his favorite cologne. Because of his size, he had a special station commissioned where his servants could reach different parts of him. It was basically just a cushioned chair covered in ropes and scaffolding and a large mirror in front of him. Getting ready was always such a production… 

When the Prince was finally dressed and looking strikingly handsome, mind you- he pushed open his chamber doors and started down the hallway. As was my duty, I quickly began to follow after, but I was stopped by Moira. 

She grabbed ahold of my arm and looked up at me, eyes narrowed. She must have only been 5’2” which really made me feel like a giant being as tall as I was. Her curly brown hair was pulled into a bun as always, a couple of curls hanging in front of her ears. 

“Hey- I got my eye on you. You hear me?” 

My mouth dropped open as I stared down at her nervously. “What?” 

“You heard me.” She pressed a finger to my big chest. I watched as it sunk into the flesh a little. “You’re here to /protect/ Cass. He chose you because he thought you were the best.” She frowned. “So you better keep being the best. If anything were to happen to him-“ She trailed off, shaking her head. “Just… no funny business. Got it?” 

I slowly nodded, not entirely sure what was being discussed. “Of- of course..” I nodded more quickly. “You have nothing to worry about, Moira! I’ll protect the Prince with my life.” 

She just looked at me skeptically before nodding and shewing me off. “Well, go on then! You better catch up to him!” 

“Yes, ma’am!” I exclaimed as I scurried off, trying to catch up with the Prince’s gigantic stride. I tried my best not to worry myself with the implications of Moira’s warning, but god… it was hard not to think about how nice it felt to be in the Prince’s bed with him… she really had nothing to worry about, right? 

The next week was a total whirlwind. The event Prince Cassius had been planning for months was finally commencing- The Festival of Friendship. People from all over the world came to participate in the festivities which meant I was super busy following the Prince around while he engaged with the people. 

I can’t imagine who would want to harm him. I mean, my whole life it seemed like people worshipped the ground he walked on, adored him. I wasn’t even sure how someone /could/ harm him with how titanic he was, but I took my job very seriously and kept anyone who was acting untoward away. I guarded his back during every part of the event, and honestly? It was amazing watching him interact with the people. He was so good at talking, at getting people to laugh. He was mesmerizing.

Having basically grown up on a farm, the festival was the most substantial social event I’d experienced. There was dancing, games, tons of vendors set up around the city, and a huge ball in the castle! I was shocked by the amount of people who knew who I was- apparently being the Prince’s guard made you kind of famous. People marveled over my strength, my size, congratulated me for winning the competition. For the first time in my life I felt like something special. There was only one thing that troubled me about it all… 

I couldn’t help but notice that the Prince didn’t seem like himself. He put on his best smile at the parties and when he was strolling through the city, but that smile was quick to fade when he had a moment alone. In the evenings he’d retire to his room, banishing his servants- myself included. It was strange because normally he preferred to take a drink before bed, or invite over a few lovers, or even stay up and gossip with Moira, but he suddenly seemed to value his alone time. There were even a few times where I’d catch him staring off into space, wearing a wistful expression. What was going through my Prince’s head during those moments? 

I suppose there was one other thing that troubled me- all the suitors that traveled across the world in hopes of winning his hand. A myriad of Princes, Princesses and Princeps tried desperately to impress him with extravagant gifts, with flattery, with fine custom made clothing. They seemed to be endless. Everywhere I turned someone was seeking an audience with him. 

I have to admit that it made me kind of envious. I mean, these people were royalty and that gave them a chance with him. Me? I was a farm boy… I only hoped that whoever won his hand was also seeking his heart, not his power. 

One night after hours of watching suitors bore the Prince into tears, he had me escort him back to his room. I assumed that he’d probably send me away, but instead he knelt in front of me, smiling softly. 

“It’s been a long night. Don’t you think?” 

I stared up at him, brow furrowing slightly, feeling flushed seeing him looming over me like that. He looked absolutely royal from his low cut, brocade vest to the gorgeous gold jewelry adorning his neck and arms. 

“I- yeah,” I stammered, chuckling. “It's been wild..” I smiled up at him. 

He nodded at me. Were his eyes shining? I could have sworn there was something mischievous in his expression. He sighed, dragging his fingers through his long hair. “I’d like to take a dip in the hot springs. Escort me?” 

I just looked at him dumbly as he lowered down one of his massive hands and opened his palm for me. I’d only been carried by him a few times in the past and it was such a dizzying experience, but I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to be close to him. I tentatively stepped into his palm, feeling the warmth and strength of his hand beneath my feet. The Prince seemed satisfied as he smiled and began to lift me up off the floor. I lost my balance a bit as I was quickly pulled dozens of feet in the air, watching the ground get further and further away. 

He held me just in front of his warm chest which was exposed from his low cut top. My whole body must have been blushing- it felt so nice to be held by him. I noticed that he grabbed for a Prince sized bottle of wine before exiting the chambers with me. What was he up to? 

The hot springs weren’t far from the castle- just up the small mountain side behind the courtyard. The sky was filled with stars and the hum of summer bugs as he carried me up the mountain. God, I’d made that hike on my own before and it wasn’t a stroll through the park, but the Prince’s powerful legs made the ascent look so easy, the dull thud of his footsteps echoing up the mountain side. 

When we reached the hot springs, he set me down on the edge of one of the giant pools. They were massive- big enough for Cassius to sprawl out in. I watched as he unlaced his boots and set them to the side so that he could dip his feet in. I fidgeted nervously, unsure of what to say. He sighed as he uncorked a bottle of wine, pouring the red liquid into a glass big enough to drown me in, then smirked at me as he pulled a regular sized bottle out of his pocket and pushed it in front of me. 

“Drink with me,” He commanded with a glint in his eye. 

I found myself feeling a little tongue tied. “Um- no, that’s okay, Prince..” I laughed nervously, scratching my head. He raised his eyebrow at me. 

“Are you disobeying me?” He said in a playful tone. His smile widened as he took a drink of his wine. I watched as his powerful throat swallowed a gallon of liquid down at once. “Come on…,” He nudged the bottle closer. “I’m terrible at pouring the tiny bottles. Always spill it everywhere.” 

I smiled and popped the bottle open as commanded, pouring myself a glass. 

“You deserve to relax for once, my little shadow,” he said with a smile. 

“Thank you..” I took a sip of the wine. It quickly warmed my belly and calmed my nerves. The Prince stared out at the water and I noticed that same far off look. Seeing it made my heart ache a bit. “Are you okay, Prince?” 

Without looking my way, he furrowed his brow a little, like he hadn’t expected the question. He sighed as he leaned back on his strong arms, smiling softly. 

“I’m happy that the festival is over.” His golden brown eyes landed on me. “I need a break from all the people, all the ass kissing…” He chuckled, “I know that must sound strange coming from me. Everyone knows that I love attention, but..” He shook his head, tracing a long finger over the water, making gentle waves. “I just feel like I want to be around someone I trust right now..” 

My eyes must have been so big, surprised by his words. “Prince…” 

“Cass,” he corrected, reaching that same long finger out to caress my cheek. “My friends call me Cass.” 

I gasped softly, feeling my cheeks heat up under his gentle touch. “You trust me?” 

He beamed at me, laughing a bit as he withdrew his hand. “Why do you think I chose you?” 

His smile seemed so genuine during that moment, like for the first time in weeks he was feeling truly at peace. He looked at me with that same adoring look- the one he had the morning I was in his bed. My mouth fell open as he reached for the buttons on his shirt and began to undress, the fabric falling away and exposing his beautiful, muscular body. I couldn’t help but stare- the soft light from the torches gorgeously illuminated him, the landscape of his body standing out amongst the surrounding mountains. 

I felt a little embarrassed, like I shouldn’t have been watching, but there was a commanding look in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore- he wanted me to watch, to look at him. I continued to gawk as he shed himself off his tight pants, exposing gigantic, muscular thighs, sharp hipbones, his absolutely godly cock… next thing I knew, he was scooping me into his hand and holding me in front of him as he lowered his body into the water, sighing contentedly. 

“Mmm… that’s better…” He smiled down at me, his eyelids heavy from a combination of the alcohol, the soothing hot water and well, me. 

“Cass…” I caressed his thumb, feeling nervous under his gaze. 

He smirked at me, devouring the sight of me with those gigantic, pretty eyes. “You get nervous around me, hm? Why is that?” He circled one of his fingers around me on his palm. It reminded me a bit of a shark circling its prey in the water. 

I shook my head. “Because you’re… you’re breathtaking. Who doesn’t get nervous around you?” 

I saw his face light up, blush illuminating his strong cheek bones. Something softened in his expression, like my compliment was making him melt. His eyelids fluttered softly. “Aren’t you sweet?” He said, touching on my jawline. His finger slowly made its way down my neck, then dragged over my armor. “Why don’t we take this off?” He was gently pulling at the straps of my chest piece. 

I gasped again, nodding. Yes. Yes, of course I wanted to. He smiled as he began patiently untying the straps, pulling off my armor piece by piece. He continued to sip on his wine as he worked and I did the same, feeling myself get progressively warmer. I giggled a bit as he undressed me- he made my armor seem so light, so insignificant. His full lips curled into a smile as he removed the final piece, eyes falling to my erection. 

“Such a big man..” he purred, booming but velvety voice vibrating through my body. I flushed. 

“Funny coming from you…” 

He smiled at me, batting his long eyelashes before leaning in and pressing his giant lips to my body. I was enveloped in their softness, his hot breath washing over me, smelling like fine wine. The kiss was soft and gentle but he was just so big- it was overwhelming. I did my best to kiss him back, pressing my much smaller lips to his. The giant moaned softly, handsome voice making my body tremble. I felt him smile as he peered down at me, but there was only a short pause before he was parting his lips and coming back for more. His giant tongue slid out and pressed against my chest. The Prince was tasting me, exploring me. I fell slack against his palm. 

The giant muscle covered me in saliva as it slid all over my body, making me quiver with pleasure. Being 6’11” and 300 lbs, I’d always been the bigger lover to all of my partners, but Cass had so much power over me. He could do whatever he wanted and it was wonderful and terrifying. 

I moaned gruffly as his tongue circled my hard penis. 

“This okay?” He asked, pressing another kiss to my chest as he stroked my side with his thumb. I quickly nodded, touching his cheek. 

“Yes. Please don’t stop.” 

He smiled before his powerful tongue pressed my thighs apart. The beast played with my balls for a moment, then slide over my cock. Next thing I knew, the puffy pillows that were his lips closed around my shaft, tongue swirling around vigorously. I cried out in pleasure, fingers clawing into the flesh of his palm as he sucked me off. God, he was good at that. 

I noticed a slight change in rhythm as he shifted and I realized it was because he’d started pleasuring himself. My Prince was stroking his monster cock for me. I could hardly believe it, such a mountain of a man turned on by someone like me- a country boy with nothing. 

We moaned and writhed together for a while before he pulled his lips away, a thick string of spit hanging between my body and his wet mouth. 

“I’m gonna come, baby..” he mewled desperately. 

I was panting as I nodded. “Me too..” I looked at him pleadingly, urging him to continue. I was quickly taken into his mouth again and from there it didn’t take long. I exploded onto his tongue, eliciting a powerful moan from him as he came gallons over his fist. His breathing was erratic as his orgasm rocked his body and he easily swallowed me down. After a moment of coming down, we just looked at each other and laughed breathlessly, the Prince nuzzling his nose against me. 

I’m ashamed to talk about what happened next, but as he carried me back to the castle I became overwhelmed by a sense of dread- I felt like I’d somehow taken advantage of my position, that I’d done something wrong. I think more than anything, I felt like I didn’t deserve the Prince’s affection. Back then I was a much less confident man with much less self respect- I was dumb. My whole life id been giving everything to others and never taken a moment for myself. The idea that someone like Cass could care about me? It seemed impossible. 

I stewed on these thoughts as he carried me back to his room in his warm hand, thinking of every reason why that night was a mistake. He was quick to plop down in his big, lavish bed and nuzzle his face to my body again, purring happily. God, the sweet man wanted to have a sleepover with me… and how did I respond? I started pushing his face away with strength I don’t think he expected. He slowly pulled away to look at me with big eyes, brow furrowed. 

“Cass..” I sighed, rubbing my neck sheepishly. “I think I should go…” 

I watched his expression drop ever so slightly, lips parting like he might protest, but for once it seemed I’d rendered him speechless. He just looked at me for a moment before slowly lowering me down onto the bed. 

“I’m sorry..” I muttered as I lumbered off. I felt his eyes on me as I climbed down the ladder and left his room through the servant’s entrance. Yeah. I left my Prince alone in his room after the night we shared. 

That night I tossed and turned in my bed, tormenting myself with the way I treated him. He seemed so happy to be spending time with me, but his face when I told him I needed to go? I must have upset him. I mean, it would have upset me too. Suddenly I felt something itching my leg, so I reached down to find a ridiculously long blonde hair wrapped around my calve. I just groaned as I tossed it away and prayed for sleep, trying hard not think about how much I smelled like him. 

~~~ 

The next morning I woke early- not that I really slept. As I started getting ready, I was embarrassed to find that I’d left my armor with the Prince. I cursed again and again, throwing on some regular clothes and sprinting to his room in hopes that I might beat the servants. Nobody needed to know that the Prince was removing my clothes… 

By the time I got there, I was pretty sweaty and my eyes went wide as I saw Moira coming out of the Prince’s room. She sighed, her small hands clutching the handle on her cleaning cart.

“Prince doesn’t want to be bothered today… He seems to be in a mood. Probably just hungover.” She rolled her eyes a bit. The soft smile she was wearing quickly faded when she realized I was armor-less, her brow furrowing. “Dude, where is your armor?” 

Fucking hell. 

I lay in my bed with the curtains drawn. They were all over me- my tiny servants, my little lovers. I held Clementine to my lips, feeling her soft, shapely body on my tongue as she writhed. She was one of my favorites, always so ready to please me, to make pretty noises for me. I can’t recall exactly how many I had that morning. There was definitely one fondling and suckling on my nipple, another doing all they could manage with my cock, Clementine in my mouth, perhaps another somewhere else? Maybe one playing my balls? Either way, I needed something to distract me from the events of the previous night. 

I pressed my tongue as far as it could go into Clem’s pussy, moaning in response to her juices bursting onto my tastebuds. One of my large hands found its way to the man wrapped around my cock, pressing him further into my shaft as I used him to jerk myself off. Normally this was an instant explosion of pleasure, but you see, I kept thinking of Soren’s face when he told me he needed to go. He seemed so reliable, so loyal- I never expected him to leave me like that. 

People think that being the Prince is easy, magical. They think being a giant makes you unstoppable, but I promise you that’s far from the truth. Honestly, since I lost my parents as a boy, all I longed for was someone capable of holding me. I guess when I met Soren I thought he could help me fill that void. 

I huffed as my servants continued on, pulling Clem off of my tongue. She stared up at me, a perplexed expression on her flushed face like “what gives?”. I began plucking the rest of the servants off of me in a similar fashion as I sighed. 

“Okay… I’m sorry, but that’s enough..” I gently dropped them down onto the bed before dragging my fingers through my hair and taking a breath. They all exchanged looks with each other, Clem reaching out to gently touch my thigh with one of her tiny hands. 

“Did we do something, Prince?” 

I smiled softly at them and shook my head. “No… you’ve all been so good for me as always. Just not feeling it right now.” 

They all nodded at me, a hint of dejection on a few of their faces. I pouted and booped one of their little noses. “Awe, no need to be sad. I’ll be calling on you again very soon.” I gave them a wink before hopping out of my bed. I was feeling like I needed to get out of the castle. Perhaps a walk was in order? 

After they all left and I dressed myself, my eyes landed on something shiny lying on my dresser. I frowned, recognizing it as Soren’s armor. I picked it up and felt the weight of it in my hand, dragging my thumb over the finely crafted plates. 

Soren caught my eye the very first moment I saw him- he was wearing his little farm boy clothes, standing at least a foot taller than all the other humans. He was so broad and muscular, like a billboard of attractiveness, but there was also something a little awkward about him that I found adorable. It only piqued my interest further when he proved to be such a formidable opponent to the other competitors. I watched as he slayed beasts with his great axe, dominated the obstacle course, destroyed the other competitors in the 1 v 1s. He was a unit of a man, and still so kind. I suppose as a boy who grew up reading stories of men that would save Princes and Princesses from towers, I longed for hero of my own. 

I sighed as I tucked the armor into my pocket. Yes, it was one of my pettier moments, but if he wanted his armor back he was going to have to earn it. Besides, maybe walking around armor-less all day would embarrass him as much as he had embarrassed me. 

It was a hot day so I dressed cool- a pair of airy shorts and a billowy, sheer top that I wore open, accessorized with my favorite jewelry. I suppose I liked to dress a little revealing, but no one was going to complain about getting to see more of my body, and maybe Soren would catch a glimpse of my legs as I left. It felt nice to stretch my legs and walk at a regular pace, not worrying with whether any tiny humans were keeping up. When I reached the gates to the city, the guards all greeted me and opened the giant double doors so that I could step through. 

I ended up just walking for a couple of hours, my powerful legs carrying me far past the city limits into farm country. It was honestly so nice to get the fresh air, and hardly anyone disturbed me other than a few travelers who gave me a bow as I passed. It had been a long time since I did something without an escort and I think It was just what I needed. 

I noticed a quaint little farmhouse a few feet ahead. It was surrounded by livestock and fields of crops- a picturesque landscape that I’d never taken the time to notice. I smiled to myself. Humans really were capable of so much despite being so small. It was while I admired their hard work that I heard a great CRUNCH! 

“Shit..” I hissed under my breath. Something had collapsed under my weight. Lifting my giant boot, I discovered that I’d stepped right on one of the farmer’s fences. A sheep immediately hopped over my foot and started to dash away in a panic and more were quick to follow. Feeling like a total fool, I knelt down and started scooping them into my hands, trying desperately to calm them. “Shh shhh. No, it’s okay!” 

In my peripheral, I caught glimpse of someone approaching. Turning my head in their direction, I discovered a tall man in his later years clutching a pitch fork. There was something strangely familiar about his build, his face. 

“God, I’m so sorry!” I said as I set the sheep back down inside of the fence, using my hand to block off the hole I’d made. “I’ll have someone come fix this immediately.” 

The old man stared up at me with a look of astonishment. “Oh- no, Prince Lockhart- you can step on all the fences you want,” he exclaimed awkwardly, giving me a rushed bow. He was clearly starstruck by me. It was very sweet, but again, there was something familiar about him especially now that he was up close- the way he flushed and stumbled over his words. 

I chuckled, blushing slightly. “That’s very sweet, sir. But really. I’ll order someone to come as soon as I’m back to the castle..” 

He just looked at me in awe for a moment, nodding. “Thank you, Prince.” He cleared his throat. “I’m surprised Soren isn’t with you? Are you here without an escort?” 

My eyes widened. “You know Soren?” 

He smiled proudly, banging the handle of his pitchfork against the ground. “I’m his grandfather!” 

My jaw dropped. “Of course you are!” I laughed. “You look just like him.” I extended out my hand, offering him one of my fingers as a greeting. He clutched my fingertip with weathered hands, beaming at me. 

“I can’t believe that you’re here! It’s such an honor to meet you face to face!” 

Suddenly, I felt something pulling at my leg hair and I glanced down to see a very tiny girl. She probably wasn’t more than 6 years old, her wild curly hair pulled back into a poof on top of her head. My heart instantly melted- she was nothing less than adorable. 

“Well, hello there, sweetheart,” I cooed. 

“You’re bigger than my house!!” She exclaimed, her large eyes staring up at me like two saucers. 

I giggled. “I am..” I shifted from a kneeling position down onto my butt, sitting with my long legs crisscrossed in front of the broken fence. She sprinted around me in a circle, shrieking in excitement. She must have been Soren’s little sister which meant… Ah yes- Her shrieks were soon joined by several other voices as more children came rushing out of the house. There was Tillie, Simon Poppy, Maxwell, and Benji- all younger than 13. 

I may have been angry with Soren, but god, was his family charming. I couldn’t stop smiling as the crumb sized children climbed on my legs and bombarded me with questions. Their grandfather apologized on their behalf, but I dismissed his worries and happily let them satisfy their curiosities. 

“Can I have some of your hair?” Asked Benji at one point. I raised my eyebrow at the request. I think that may have been a first. I just shrugged and smiled. 

“If you can find some scissors.” 

He ended up cutting off a small lock of my blonde hair. Nothing I would miss. He looked ecstatic as he rushed into the house with it and we all just giggled at his behavior. This went on for probably half an hour or so at which point, I was quickly reminded that Soren had one more sibling. Ramsay was tall with shoulder length brown hair, much thinner and less muscular than Soren but incredibly strapping. He must have just came from working in the fields because he was drenched in sweat and shirtless. 

My eyes raked over the shape of his body and I saw him eye me right back, his jaw dropping slightly at the sight of a giant Prince in his yard. He must have been a year or two younger than Soren but there was a strange confidence in his stride as he approached me. Confidence that Soren apparently lacked. 

“Prince Lockhart?” He gave me a bow. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

I just smirked at him, glancing down at the mess I’d made of their fence. “Ah, luck would have it that I accidentally trampled your fence..” 

His eyes went wide and he scratched his head. There was clear disappointment on his face, but I’m sure he didn’t want to appear frustrated in front of his Prince. I laughed. 

“No worries. I’m going to get it fixed. You can relax for the day.” I eyed him again. “You look like you’ve been hard at work.” 

I noticed him flush a little before he stretched his arms over his head. Was he showing off his body for me? 

“I was. No different than any other day.” He shrugged, smirking at me. 

Okay, he was definitely a show off. His grandfather was apparently deaf to our flirting because he shambled over and clutched one of my fingers that was resting in the grass. 

“We can’t thank you enough for appointing our Soren. It’s done so much for our farm and the kids have such a bright future now,” Grandfather said earnestly. 

My smile only faded the slightest as I peered  in the direction of the castle, then turned my gaze back to the old man. “The pleasure is all mine. He’s a wonderful man. You raised him well and you should be very proud.” I beamed down at him. Soren was a bit of a sore subject at the time, but I meant every word. 

He just patted my hand, looking touched. We sat in mostly comfortable silence for a moment before Ramsay piped up. 

“How about a tour of our farm, Prince? We can whip you up something to eat!” 

I beamed, admittedly thrilled by the thought of spending time with the handsome, eager man. “Oh, I’d love that.” 

I didn’t know touring a farm could be so much fun. Ramsay showed me all around. He introduced me to their cows, chickens, sheep, even a handful of barn cats, most of which ran to hide when they heard the rumbling sound of my footsteps. One let me pick it up and it purred and bunted on my fingers, making me feel like I’d been chosen. 

Ramsay never stopped showing off. He leaped over fences that didn’t need leaped over, playfully wrestled with pigs, picked up heavy lumber. Having done similar things in my life to impress someone beautiful, I found it rather endearing. I caught him stealing glances at me from time to time. I think aside from his obvious attraction to me, he was intrigued by my size. A lot of people expressed that it took them some time to get used to being around someone bigger than most buildings, that my presence was large and intimidating. I imagine it was no different for him. 

He ended up leading me to a gorgeous meadow about a mile from the farmland where I laid down on my belly, propping my head in my hands as I watched Ramsay pace back and forth and tell me stories about his rural life. My eyes raked over his strong torso, admiring all of his tan lines. I feel like he must have been popular amongst the locals- he was a pretty boy who liked to boast. There must have been so many people who’d be jealous to know that he was flirting with the Prince. I started to wonder how he’d fair in my bed, how long he’d last under my tongue.. Would Soren even care? 

I watched as he picked a beautiful wild flower out of the meadow and lifted a lock of my hair into his hands. 

“You know, Prince..” He mused. “People always talk about how beautiful you are, but I feel like none of the stories really compare to the real thing.” He started weaving the flowers into my hair. 

I felt myself flush. Rolling my eyes playfully, I worked my lower lip between my teeth, smiling wide. “Aren’t you a charmer?” I reached out and touched my finger to his bare chest, giving it a stroke. 

His eyes went wide momentarily before he blushed under my touch and continued to weave flowers into my hair. 

“Only being honest, Prince.” 

I sighed contentedly, lying my head in the grass as he decorated my hair. I found myself feeling very relaxed- the sun on my back, a sweet boy playing with my hair. He spoke gently to me as I let my eyes rest. With how little I’d slept the night prior, I quickly drifted off, not giving the fact that I was on a stranger’s property any thought. 

I’m not totally sure how much time passed while I snoozed, just that I slept dreamlessly. I may not have woken for a few more hours had I not heard the sound of a similar voice. I moaned softly as I woke, eyelids fluttering open to see the blurry silhouette of my knight. He was standing next to Ramsay, looking rather perplexed. 

“Prince Cassius?” He said. “What are you doing here?” 

My heart pounded as I rode my horse through the countryside, following the great footsteps my Prince left behind. It was a lot like tracking a beast in the wild- looking for tracks or scuffs, indentations where he stopped to rest. Occasionally I thought I even caught a whiff of his cologne. The men at the gates informed me that the Prince went on a walk, but hours had passed since then and I couldn’t push down this awful feeling that something was awry. What if he was harmed? Or he rolled his ankle? Or he got his boots all dirty? He really hated that. Or what if there was a monster attack? All because I wasn’t around to protect him. Or maybe this was all just an excuse to see him and tell him that I was sorry… 

Either way, I quickly discovered that the giant footsteps were leading me on a familiar path. I’d walked it hundreds of times as a boy. In fact, it was the only path I’d known until the Prince took me into his service. Was he headed towards my home? Was he going to tell my grandpa that he was done with me? That he was going to send me back to the farm? Or maybe he just wanted to embarrass me in front of all my siblings. I already had an angry servant on my case. Wasn’t that enough? 

Oh yeah- Moira quickly figured it out. I’m not exactly a good liar and I immediately dissolved into a guilty puddle when she questioned me about my armor. 

“You slept together?!” 

We were sitting in the dining hall, talking about what transpired the night prior over some breakfast. I nervously shoved fried potatoes in my mouth. 

“Well..” I began with my mouth full. “We didn’t technically sleep together because I sort of left him alone in his room when we were done… but we did do stuff. Like, we had sex I mean.” 

She just stared at me blankly for a moment, her dark brown eyes boring into me. Suddenly, she grabbed for the morning newspaper and smacked me over the head with it. 

“You /left/ him?? What, you got him off and you just went to your room?” 

“Uh-“ I smiled sheepishly. “I guess /he/ kind of got me off? And then I told him I had to go..” 

Her eyes went wide, jaw dropping slightly. She crossed her slender arms over her chest, glaring at me. 

“Unbelievable…” She shook her head. “I shouldn’t even have to explain Cass’s abandonment issues to you with what happened to his parents..” 

I swallowed down my food in a big dry lump. I hadn’t forgotten. The whole kingdom was in mourning for years when the King and Queen died. Those were dark times, filled with sorrow. I can only imagine what that was like for a young Cassius… 

“Did you like..” She began, rubbing circles in her temples.* “At least leave in a nice way?” 

I awkwardly cleared my throat, staring down at my food in shame. I shook my head. “It was bad… I shut him down.” 

She sighed hotly, shaking her head, the curly bun on her head swaying back and forth with the movement of her head. “God..” She rubbed her face. “I knew this was a bad idea.. the way he’s been crushing on you.” 

I flushed, my eyes going a bit wide. I rang my hands nervously. “He’s had a crush on me?” I asked meekly. 

She rolled her eyes in exasperation, scoffing. “Dude. I haven’t seen him blush so much since he was a little boy who got his hands on some romance novels. I could see it from a mile away.” 

I just sat there quietly, tapping my fingers on the table, looking at the shape of my oversized hands. Sometimes I felt like they were too square.. 

“Hello?” She said, snapping her fingers.* “Earth to Soren.” 

“Sorry!” I said, snapping out of it. “I just.. I don’t know what to say? It’s been so long since I had time for romance with taking care of all of my brothers and sisters.” I sighed. “And the Prince is just so..” 

“Overwhelming?” She finished. That wasn’t exactly what I was going to say, but I suppose it was in that vein. She sighed. “That’s exactly what he’s afraid of- that he’s too much.” 

I looked down at my plate solemnly. “He’s- he’s not too much. He’s just stories high, and he’s the Prince, and he’s beautiful and kind..” I sighed. “Which I guess is a lot for someone like me..” I flushed, feeling bad to admit that she was right. “Why me? Why would he have his eye on me?” 

She frowned like she had to think on the matter. “Well, you might have rocks in your head but you are big and strong and seemingly loyal.” She shrugged. “And you are really handsome I guess. Cass wants to feel like someone’s got him, you know? He thought you could handle him, support him.”

I nodded, feeling like a total jerk. “Well… what should I do?” 

~~~

I found my Prince lying in our meadow. He was fast asleep, his impossibly lush hair splayed out around him like vines overtaking their environment. My eyes followed the arch of his great back, watching the rise and fall of his body as he slept. The sun had a way of shining down on him almost angelically, a constant spotlight that only served to make him even more breathtaking.  I ran towards him, overcome by relief that he was okay. That was when I saw Ramsay sitting in a pile of the Prince’s hair. 

His eyes went wide as they landed on me, then he jogged over and met me half way with a finger pressed to his lips. “Shhh, the Prince is sleeping.” 

We just stared at each other for a moment before he beamed and quietly threw his arms around me. “Soren!” He laughed, squeezing me. “I can’t believe you’re here.” 

I squeezed him back. I hadn’t seen my family since the Prince appointed me and despite already feeling worried about my brother spending time with Cass, I was happy to see him. I just hugged him for a moment before pulling away. 

“Why is the Prince here?” I asked, my brow furrowed. 

It seemed like simply mentioning him was enough to make him stir. A bird that had been nesting on top of his head suddenly flew off as the Prince shifted, flapping its wings obnoxiously. I didn’t let Ramsay answer. I just rushed over to him as his pretty eyes creaked open. 

“Prince Cassius, what are you doing here?”

Those hypnotizing golden brown eyes focused on me and he immediately flushed, a slight pout on his lips as he directed his gaze elsewhere. 

“I should be asking you that,” he said coldly, voice graveled with sleep. “I gave the guards at the gate specific instructions that I did not need nor wish to be followed.” 

God, it was painful getting the cold shoulder from Cass. He kept his eyes fixed on the distant farmland, not wanting to look at me. I scratched my head, feeling a little small. 

“You’ve been gone for hours. People were starting to worry. I was worrying..” I took a small step closer to him and reached for one of his huge yet slender fingers only for him to pull it out of reach. 

He huffed as he tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. “Now you’re worried, huh?” He looked at me, seeming to study me for a moment before letting out a long, airy breath. “Your farm is quite lovely. Ramsay is a very good tour guide.” He smirked and I watched him ogle my brother. /Fuck/. I was right- they’d been flirting with each other. 

Ramsay must have sensed tension because he seemed sheepish as he joined the conversation. 

“Well, it’s not everyday the Prince of Everfort stomps on your fence.” 

Cass giggled softly, reaching out to playfully press his finger to my brother’s chest. I felt my face heat up- Ramsay had a habit of swooping in on anyone I laid eyes on, but out of all the people he could court, going after the Prince upset me the most.

“Prince,” I interrupted firmly. “I’d like to speak alone for a moment.” 

Cass‘s eyes widened ever so slightly. I don’t think I’d ever used that tone with him and it must have surprised him. He just stared down at me for a moment before flashing his most charming smile at Ramsay. 

“Give us a moment, hm?” 

Ramsay flushed, getting the hint. He mumbled something about going to check on the sheep as he left us, a tense silence falling over the meadow. The Prince shifted from lying on his belly into a sitting position, suddenly become 20 feet taller. He stared down at me with those commanding eyes, taunting me with his domineering stature. He crossed his arms. 

“So, you have my attention. What is it?” 

I swallowed, suddenly feeling put on the spot. My Prince made me nervous at the best of times, but something about an angry 60 foot beauty made me feel like I might just pass out. I took a breath, steeling myself.

“I shouldn’t have left you the way I did.” I bowed my head. “I want to tell you that I’m sorry, Cass.” 

He just stared down at me with a stony expression for a moment before I thought I saw his face soften ever so slightly. He averted his gaze. “You’re sorry?” 

I nodded. “Yes. I’d like to make it up to you? I- I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time. I mean, nothing serious. See, I’ve been taking care of my family for all of my adult life and sometimes it feels like I’m not allowed to have anything for myself- and then you kissed me and you’re the Prince and you’re so handsome and-“ I flushed. I could feel myself rambling and fumbling over my words but the Prince just listened patiently. “You were just so.. unexpected, and I let myself ruin it.” 

He looked at me with big eyes, his handsome face expertly concealing whatever was going through his head. He eventually sighed, his lips curling into a smile. I could tell he didn’t want to, but it seemed he couldn’t help it. He reached out and touched his fingertip to the bottom of my chin, lifting my face. 

“You want to make it up to me, hm?” His smile widened mischievously. 

I nodded dumbly. “Yes please, Prince..” I brought my hands to his finger, feeling a little breathless under his touch. 

He stared into my eyes and wetted his lips- the same lips that were pressed to my body the night before. 

“Fine,” he said, pulling his hand away. He stretched, causing his shirt to ride up and expose his toned abdomen, sharp hipbones. “You can make it up to me.” He smirked. “But not till tomorrow. You’re family misses you.” He gently booped my nose. “You deserve to spend some time with them, and I need to head home.” 

My eyes went wide. “Really?” I beamed. “O-okay..” 

He smirked at me as he reached into his pocket and pulled out something metal- it was my armor. He dangled it between his fingers, making it look so tiny. 

“You’re really going to have to make it up to me, though. I mean, if you want this back.” 

I chuckled sheepishly. “Wow, you took my armor?” I scratched my head. “I’ll do my best. I promise.” 

“Mm..” He nodded. “Good boy.” He gave me a wink before rising to his full height, making himself completely inaccessible to me. “See you tomorrow then, Soren.” 

I nodded at him and watched as his giant stride quickly carried him hundreds of feet away. 

~~~ 

Catching up with my family was unreal- I had so much to tell them about my journey, about what it’s like to guard the Prince, the castle. Benji was sure to show me the lock of hair he got from the Prince which was proudly displayed on his bedroom wall. It seemed that I wasn’t the only person in the family smitten by Cass… as sweet as it was to be home again, I found myself really missing my giant. I couldn’t stop thinking of ways to make things up to him, how he’d respond to those things… 

I rushed to find him as soon as I made it back to the castle. By the time I got there, he’d already retired to his chambers, but when I checked he wasn’t lying in his bed. My eye caught some light leaking from behind the bathroom door. I could hear the gentle sloshing of water and the voice of my Prince as he hummed a soothing melody. He was taking a bath, and he’d left the door partially ajar for me. 

The crack was more than large enough for me to fit through, though the Prince probably couldn’t even squeeze his foot inside of the same opening. My eyes fell to the massive claw foot tub in front of me, my Prince’s strong arms hanging over the sides. My senses were immediately flooded with the pleasant scent of the bath- smelled like citrus, my Prince’s cologne, fine soaps. I just stared up at the giant tub before knocking on the door, Prompting Cass to glance in my direction. 

His lips curled into a smile. “I was starting to think you weren’t coming back…” God, the tile walls of the bathroom only amplified his naturally rich and velvety voice. I flushed as I stepped forward. 

“Of course I came back.” 

He looked at me for a moment. His expression was soft again, loving. He lowered one of his hands down and opened it up for me, wanting me to climb on, so I did. I felt the familiar rush of the floor falling further and further away as he lifted me in front of his face, devouring me with his hypnotic eyes. 

He smiled, his breath smelling faintly of wine. “You had a pleasant time I hope?” 

I nodded. “It was so nice to see them again. Thank you for letting me stay. I needed it..” 

“Well, you have a very lovely family. I can’t remember the last time I felt so at home on a farm.” He chuckled. 

I raised my eyebrow at him. “…And my brother?” 

His eyes widened a bit before he smirked. “Ah… well, he’s quite easy on the eyes.” He shrugged. “And he knows how to flatter a Prince. That’s for sure.” He sighed, humming. “But he’s not you, is he?” 

I stared up into his eyes, flushing even deeper than before. I fidgeted a bit in his hand before I found my resolve. “Bring me to your lips,” I said in a gentle but commanding tone. I saw my Prince’s cheeks light up before he did as I demanded and brought me up to his lips. I could feel his hot breath wash over me, his perfect mouth enticing me to come closer. I pressed my hands to the soft flesh before leaning in and kissing his lower lip, being as romantic as I could muster with the disadvantage that was my size. 

He just let me kiss him for a moment before he mewled, vocal cords rumbling my body as he shifted and kissed me back, giant lips pressing to my face and chest. Time seemed to slow as we kissed each other fervently. I only pulled away so that I could look up at his face and say, “Take me to your bed.” 

I could feel his pulse humming in his palm as he lifted us both out of the tub, water cascading down his impossibly huge body as he rose. Everything felt like a blur as he carried me to his room and reclined on his bed, gently setting me down on his chest. His skin was as hot from the bath and his heart thumped powerfully beneath his breast. 

“Let me take care of you, Prince,” I said as I peered up at him. He just nodded calmly at me, but I could still hear his heart pounding wildly- an indication of his excitement. It was a great feat to render the Prince speechless, so my heart swelled with pride as I began removing my clothes for him. I didn’t know a lot about stripping for someone, so it was more or less just about getting the job done, but I tried to be slow and deliberate with my movements. Whatever I did must have worked because he didn’t take his eyes off of me. 

“Such a strong body,” he said as he stroked my torso with his finger. My breath hitched and I kissed his fingertip before moving up further on his chest. I pushed a strand of blonde hair out of my path as I made my way to his long neck. 

“Just lie back, beautiful..,” I said before leaning in and placing a soft kiss against his skin. His body immediately reacted to my touch- goosebumps flaring all along his neck, his pulse quickening. I heard a pretty gasp escape his lips. This only encouraged me to continue so I kissed and nibbled at the soft skin of his neck, pressing the warmth of my body to him. 

“Mm, that feels so good, baby,” He purred, head resting heavily against his pillow. 

My cock swelled. It felt amazing to pleasure my Prince, to hear him moan for me. I wanted to explore the expanse of his body, kiss every inch of skin. I wanted to show him how breathtaking I found him. More than anything, I wanted to show him that he deserved love. I ventured on, taking my time with every patch of skin, every freckle. 

I ran my hands through some curly, blonde chest hair once I reached his pecks. My eyes landed on a giant, erect nipple. It practically begged me to be played with, so I went in with both hands, digging my fingertips into it. 

“How’s this?” I asked, peering up at my Prince’s face. 

His mouth fell open. He was so flushed. His golden brown eyes swirled with lust behind thick lashes. “So good,” he breathed. “Mmph… sensitive.” He smiled. “Everything you’re doing feels amazing..” He gently stroked his finger along my back before supplying a bit of pressure, pushing my face into the flesh of his nipple, encouraging me to continue. 

I licked and nibbled and stroked with enthusiasm, the moans and praise of Prince Cassius ringing out all around me like my theme music. He reached up to toy with his other tit, giant hand being much rougher and more aggressive than I could accomplish. God, he was so irresistible. I had to explore further. I carried on to his perfectly sculpted abdomen. His muscles were like rolling hills of sand, beckoning me to explore the secrets of the desert that was his body. 

I think I could have spent hours just giving my attention to his tummy. The skin was so soft and the whole thing was such a lovely shape- this would end up becoming one of my favorite parts of him, but it was difficult to ignore the soft, cropped hair of his happy trail. I dragged my hands through the curly blonde hair and buried my face in it as I kissed on the skin beneath. Of course, there was also the matter of where this path lead me… 

The sight of it made me a little nervous. It was bigger than my entire body by a foot or so and my efforts to please the Prince only served to make the beast grow larger. The closer I got to his massive cock, the more I was overtaken by his pheromones. They swept me up in a whirlwind of desire- It was dizzying, exhilarating. I felt his finger stroke my back and I peered back at him, past the expanse of his body to see him smile softly at me, his eyes shining in anticipation. 

This was all it took to encourage me forward. I stepped over to it and reached out to stroke it. I felt a quiver run through the giant’s body, the throbbing member in front of me twitching with excitement. 

“So huge,” I marveled, stroking it with both hands. The Prince mewled and arched his back causing the ground beneath me to shift. I wrapped myself around the monster for balance, prompting Cass to whine with pleasure, his voice shaking the walls of the bedroom. God- I’d wanted him to cry out for me like that for so long. I used my powerful thighs to propel myself higher, accessing the  strength of my entire body to rub on the thick rod. 

The fat head of his cock glistened, precum already spilling out of the slit and trickling down his shaft. I leaned in to taste it, allowing my tongue to explore whatever it could reach as I continued to pleasure the great beast. It must have looked a little silly- a full grown muscular man wrapped around what was probably the largest dick in the world, but the thought didn’t even cross my mind. I was far too horny and desperate, and he felt so good. 

“Mmm Soren,” he rumbled, breathing becoming heavy and erratic. “You feel like a dream.” 

I could feel his orgasm approaching all around me, building up inside of the powerful member like a great volcano ready to erupt. I was about to make my Prince come. My own cock twitched as it rubbed against his and I grunted and moaned, feeling sweat drip down my temples. It seemed to happen all at once. A shiver ran through Cass’s cock before exploding, come gushing out all around me. At the same time, my own orgasm rocked my body and our seed mixed together as it spilled out of our respective members. The giant moaned loudly, body writhing as pleasure shook him to the core. 

We both took a moment to catch our breath before I felt his fingers squeeze around me and lift me out of the puddle of come. Bringing me to his face, he beamed, laughing. 

“You’re drenched..” 

I laughed breathlessly. “You came gallons.” 

He smiled adoringly as he set me down in his other hand, letting me rest on his palm. “I’ll give you bath,” he said, winking. “As long as you don’t have other plans? You’ll stay this time, right?” 

I nodded. “Yeah, Cass. Of course I’ll stay.” 

We both just smiled and took a moment to gaze at each other before he started walking me back to the bathroom. After getting cleaned up, we spent the night together in his bed, quietly talking and giggling like school boys until I fell asleep nestled on the Prince’s warm chest.

I was sure he could feel my heart pounding wildly beneath his feet. Seeing him standing on my chest with his massive, muscular naked body, decorated in tasteful battle scars made me feel needy, desperate. My little bodyguard used his bulging arms to pull at the heavy chain clasped to my collar, making me mewl with excitement. I felt so tempted to just scoop him into my hand and press him to my lips, but it was my turn to submit. 

He gave the chain another tug, a little more forceful this time. I felt the collar strain against my long neck, red marks likely blooming from the friction. I instinctively reached for my throat, only for Soren to rush forward and kick my hand away with one of his powerful legs. 

“Ah, no hands, big man,” he scolded. My ears heated up, smile spreading wide. I was regularly amazed by his physical strength. Despite being a fraction of my size, he could actually push me around when he wanted to. 

“Sorry,” I said with a smirk, obediently lowering my arms and letting them rest at my sides. “Have you come to conquer a giant, big hero?” 

I saw his ears turn red. Role playing like that made him terribly embarrassed in the beginning, but he started to come around to it over time. He would humor me now and again. 

“Put your hands behind your head,” he said firmly. 

My heart fluttered as I did as my tiny captor demanded. I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do next. I just peered at him expectantly, unabashedly ogling his body. 

“That’s a good boy..” He walked across my chest and hopped off my shoulder before I felt him begin to tie my wrists to the headboard with a thick rope. I couldn’t help but squirm, tugging at the restraints. 

“There. No more grabbing,” he said as he climbed back onto my chest, dusting off his hands. I arched my back, causing my chest to rise and for Soren to stumble a little. 

“What are you going to do with me now?” I asked, eyes shining. “Since you have me all tied up..” I wetted my lips, hoping that they might entice him to come closer. He seemed to take the bait, approaching my face like a moth to a flame. I felt one of his hands drag across my lower lip before he was beating his thick cock against it. I immediately salivated, eager to taste him. 

“Let’s shut you up..” he said gruffly as I parted my lips a bit more, letting his cock slide onto my tongue. I sucked dutifully for my knight, moaning around his length just the way he liked. It felt good to be dominated even if it was partially fabricated- I mean, if anyone was capable of slaying me, it was Soren. I was a gorgeous, wild beast being conquered by a noble hero, yanking at my restraints and making a fuss as he showed me who was in charge. 

I could feel the servants moving about near my thighs. My harem was something else he was embarrassed by for a while, but it didn’t take him long to realize what an effective tool they could be for pleasuring me. I was bigger than most buildings, not to mention spoiled- I expected a lot from my lovers. I wondered what he had planned with them as I sucked on his cock. They seemed to be waiting for a signal, and though I enjoyed having him in my mouth, I was getting needy. 

Feeling bratty, I opened my mouth a bit wider and curled my powerful tongue around his body, pulling him inside. I heard him shout as he fell into my mouth. 

“Hey!!” He thrashed around, kicking his legs- the only part of him not currently engulfed. I playfully ran my tongue over his strong body a few times before gently spitting him out. His normally rather tan skin turned bright red in embarrassment. 

“What is wrong with you?!” He exclaimed, breaking character. He looked frustrated with me but he was at least smiling, so it couldn’t have been too serious. I shrugged, giggling. 

“I felt like eating you?” I worked my lower lip between my teeth, giving him a smirk. “You should punish me about it..” 

He shook his head at me before playfully rolling his eyes. He put his fingers in his mouth, whistling loudly to the servants. /Yes/. He was giving them a signal. 

“Pull your legs to your chest, giant,” He commanded. 

I felt practically giddy when he said that, my heart racing as I lifted my legs and pulled them to my chest, staring down at my lover with big, shining eyes. I felt small hands on my ass and couldn’t help but imagine what the view was like for my servants. Soren often expressed its immaculate roundness and I had to agree with him- it was equal parts firm, muscular and fat. It wasn’t long before I felt one of my servants rubbing lube on my entrance, preparing me for the main event. 

That was when I saw one of my dildos being carried in. I’d had a ton of toys commissioned by the Kingdom’s best craftsmen all made monstrously large to fit my body. It took several men to carry that particular toy- the thought of that alone made me insatiably horny. All of my little playmates had to work so hard to please me. Fucking me in the ass required a huge production and there was my Soren, running the show. 

I let out a moan as they played with my asshole, pulling my legs back a bit more. My servants used a rod to get me nice and ready, the muscles inside of me relaxing enough so that they could house the giant dildo without too much resistance. 

“Feels good, huh baby?” My lover asked in a low tone. I squirmed and writhed with pleasure, pulling at my restraints. 

“Please..,” I whined, desperate to be fucked. Soren smirked at me before signaling the servants to lift the heavy piece of sexual machinery. I braced myself for the finely carved, generously lubed cock to enter me as the servants heaved it forward. My mouth immediately fell open, feeling overwhelmed by the size of it. Soren gently rubbed my chest to comfort me, making sure I could handle it. It didn’t take long for me to adjust. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I arched my back and pressed my hips down, causing the servants to almost lose their grip on the dildo, but they muscled through, managing to fuck me against all odds. My moans shook the walls. There was no more discomfort, just a world of pleasure. 

I started to lose my grip on what was happening after that point. I just knew it felt incredibly nice. I know Soren walked down my abdomen where he wrapped himself around my cock, but I couldn’t tell you how long he was down there. I feel like it must not have been long, especially after his mouth was lapping at my head. Overwhelmed by pleasure, It all pushed me over the edge and I came and came, feeling pretty and worshiped and dominated. My head fell against the pillow, chest heaving as I caught my breath. My lover eventually scurried back up towards my face, drenched in come as usual. 

“You seemed to have fun?” He said with a smile. 

“Mmm, so much fun..” I smiled at him dumbly. 

He giggled. “Should I tell everyone to take a shower?” 

I nodded, feeling spent. “Mhm… Nice work everyone..” I sighed as my servants started to clean up. “Untie me, love?” 

After he untied me and the servants left, I let him get cleaned up before we snuggled for a while. I hugged the pillow that he was lying on, nuzzling my face against him and covering him in kisses. We’d been together for almost four months now and it seemed like when we weren’t exploring each other's bodies, we were snuggling, or kissing, or at least spending time together. I suppose we were already inseparable with him being my bodyguard, but our relationship had grown into something much more intimate. I wanted him near me constantly. In fact, I found myself longing for him throughout the regular course of the day. Hours spent in the royal court seemed to drag on as he stood guard at my side, wearing his thick armor. I couldn’t even see his sweet face through that helmet. It would make me dreadfully pouty at times, but I suppose it just made our alone time that much more special. 

I dragged a finger bigger than his body down his side, feeling the way his muscular torso connected to his hips, his strong thighs. My eyes fell to his fat, muscular abdomen. My man was really built like a bull. He flushed under my gaze, still ever nervous around me despite having sex with me sometimes multiple times a day. 

“What?” He asked with a nervous chuckle, covering his body a little. 

I rolled my eyes playfully, easily pushing his hands off of his body so that I could continue to ogle him without difficulty. 

“What do you mean ‘what’? You’re hot, so I’m looking…” I dragged my finger down his chest, smirking. 

I watched his smile manifest his dimples, embarrassed and flushed and adorable. “Me? But you’re stunning..,” He said earnestly, gazing at me like I was the most beautiful man on the planet. I just smirked, my own cheeks lighting up. 

“We should read tonight..” 

He sighed in exasperation, laughing. “Prince, I need to get back into my gear. I’m here to guard you, remember? We can’t always have sleepovers..” 

We’d been reading together a lot before bed. Usually, I’d lie on my stomach and have the book propped up in front of us. He’d stare up at pages taller than the walls of the house he grew up in as I  read aloud for us. There was something really intimate about it that made me feel close to him. 

I rolled my eyes, then shot him one of my most pouty looks. “No one is coming to kill me. Everyone worships me too much for that..” 

He raised his eyebrow, trying hard to be the voice of reason even though he was definitely susceptible to my guilt tactics. “Cass, you know the danger. I don’t have to explain that to you..” He rested one of his hands on my finger, staring up at me. 

It was true. I talked a big game about feeling invincible, that there wasn’t a human on the planet aside from maybe Soren capable of taking me down, but it was far from the truth. There’s a reason I scoped out the strongest warrior in the kingdom to protect me after all. See, my parents were murdered when I was young, and though their killers have since been reprimanded, I know there are still others who must share the same vision- hatred for giants. After the tragedy, I was appointed a guard to stay at my side at all times, but as I grew up, he grew old. That was when I decided to hold the tournament and how I met my Soren. 

I just stared back at him before rolling my eyes and flopping back onto the bed, sighing dramatically. “I suppose I’ll just spend my evening all alone..” 

He just shook his head at me, chuckling. I felt him climb onto my chest and pause in front of my face. “Sleep well, Prince,” He said sweetly before placing a soft kiss on my lips. I sighed again as I watched him climb down my bed and make his way across my chambers. 

“We’re going to the beach tomorrow,” I stated. Our date was not up for debate. He just smiled wide and gave me a little nod before stepping out the door. I stared for a moment, knowing that he’d be just on the other side throughout the night. At least he was close… 

I eventually pulled myself out of bed, needing to wash up for the night. Standing in front of my bathroom mirror, my eyes fell to the curve of my face, noticing the way my already sharp cheekbones were looking more pronounced. I sighed. I’d been losing unwanted weight for a few weeks. I dampened a rag with some hot water then doused it in makeup remover. I scrubbed away my mascara, my blush, the concealer beneath my eyes, suddenly feeling exhausted. As I glanced up to my fresh face, I was assaulted by the image of dark circles under my eyes. My heart sank as a version of myself that I barely recognized stared back at me. 

“Going to bed early, huh?” 

The voice startled me so much that I nearly brought my fist down on her. My eyes darted to Moira standing on the bathroom counter, my heart pounding as I brought my hand to my chest. 

“Good god! Moira?!” I took a moment to collect my composure, then turned back to her. “I could have murdered you, you know??” 

She just laughed as he climbed up one of the servant ladders, beckoning me to come closer. “You missed some. Come here.” 

I sighed as I brought my face closer to the small woman, letting her wipe away some mascara smudged on my cheek. We’d practically been together since birth. She was only a few months older than me, the daughter of a servant. As soon as we were old enough to make friends, we were toddling around the castle together. I can only imagine what that must have been like for her- befriending a boy large enough to pick up a carriage in one hand by the age of two. She never really seemed phased by it though, and I suppose I’d always been a pretty gentle giant. There were very few moments in my childhood that I accidentally crushed something or knocked someone over and it was never on purpose or during a tantrum. Which is good because I don’t know who I’d be if I lost Moira. She was my closest friend, the person who understood me most in the world. 

Having successfully removed the mascara smudge, she sighed as she pulled the rag away. I watched her brow furrow, concern in her voice, “The dark circles are looking worse today…”

I looked down at my hands, tracing the creases on my palm. I was almost ashamed. My beauty had always taken such a big priority, and it seemed like that was falling out of my grasp. “I know..”

“...You haven’t told him yet?” 

I just shook my head. “I don’t want him to worry.” 

She put a tiny hand on my cheek, gently petting me. Things were silent for a moment- what was there to say? I decided to change the subject. 

“You want to have a sleepover?” I asked with a smile. 

Her melancholy expression slowly morphed into a smirk. “Oh? Your boy-toy not staying over tonight?” 

I shook my head, sighing. “He’s being a loyal little bodyguard..” 

She crossed her arms, giving me a sassy look. “Good to know that I’m your second choice.” 

This made me laugh. I rolled my eyes as I scooped her into my hand and started carrying her to my bedroom. “You know that’s bullshit.” I gently tossed her onto one of my pillows, making her squeak. After removing my clothes, I crawled into bed, snuggling up next to her the same way I did with Soren. 

“You’re one needy man, huh?” She said playfully. I smiled at her, batting my eyelashes. 

“Do the thing where you rub my eyebrows?” 

She rolled her eyes, giggling as she reached out and dragged her hand through the hair of one of my brows. I sighed contently, closing my eyes as she continued to stroke with the grain. I’d barely done anything that day, but my body felt like it had run a marathon. I was very quickly drifting off with the comfort of my friend’s presence. 

“You have to tell him, angel..,” I heard her whisper. 

I took a small breath, considering pretending not to hear. I peered at her for a moment before leaning in and kissing the top of her head.

“I will.” 

After catching a few hours of sleep in the early hours of the morning, I was woken by the sun streaming through my window. I groaned the slightest- being both the Prince’s lover and bodyguard meant losing out on a little sleep, but I couldn’t really complain. I was happily under his spell, completely head over heels. I’d do anything to see him smile, to make sure he was safe. 

I got to leave my armor hanging in my room. That day was beach day which meant normal clothes! I threw on an outfit that the Prince picked out for me on one of his shopping sprees. I didn’t really know much about fashion. In fact, I’d say I was pretty hopeless most of the time, but he seemed to always know what would look best, and the fabrics were always light and airy- kept me cool on hot days! I think he liked to see me in them too based on the way his gigantic, golden brown eyes would ravage me when I wore them. 

Wearing my fancy duds, I made the trek to my giant’s room where I climbed onto his bed, quickly enveloped by his familiar scent, the radiating warmth of his body while he slept. Being in his bed was one of the quickest ways to make me melt. There was something about being surrounded on all sides by the man that I adored that made my heart flutter every time. I just sighed dreamily as I peered up at his sleeping form, watching his giant chest gently rise and fall, hearing his powerful lungs pump oxygen through him. 

I glanced at his partially exposed body, eyes following a trail of freckles that lead to his sexy, blonde pubic hair. It disappeared beneath the comforter which was obviously tented by his giant cock. He was always so hard in the mornings. I knew it was just a result of his body relaxing while he slept but god, the morning wood made me so hot. There had been a few mornings where I crawled under the covers to stroke it and rub against it until it woke my Prince. The efforts definitely pleased him and usually resulted in a few hours of us exchanging affections but Moira was sleeping on the pillow just next to him and I would never do something like that with her around. 

“I should probably wake him in a normal way,” I thought to myself, so I used some of his impossibly long hair as a rope and climbed up onto his shoulder. His smell was exponentially stronger once I was tangled up in his hair- the power of his pheromones. I touched on the warm, soft skin of his neck, feeling his pulse humming. I gently petted him and pressed my lips to him until he began to stir. 

“Mmm,” he moaned as he awoke, shifting ever so slightly. “What a pleasant thing to wake up to..” 

Ugh, his voice was so sexy in the mornings- graveled by sleep and just so all encompassing and pretty. 

“Good morning, baby..,” he said as he turned his face towards me, nuzzling his nose and lips against me. I flushed at the pet name. For some reason I still wasn’t used to having the Prince’s affection. I mean, out of all the people in the world, he was calling /me/ baby? I smiled as I touched on his lower lip, giggling a bit. 

“You’re making me want to go to sleep… your neck is so cozy.” 

I glanced over at Moira who was snuggled up with one of the Prince’s hands, hugging around his finger. She frowned, groaning a bit. 

“It’s too early for you guys to be so cute. Can’t a girl get some sleep?” 

Cass pulled his hand and her to his chest, now snuggling with both of us. He purred as he pet Moira and planted a kiss on me. 

“Mmm.. both of my favorite people all snuggled up with me? I am a spoiled Prince, hm?” He sighed, being a little possessive as he pulled us both a bit closer to him. “Perhaps I’ll just never let you go,” he said happily. I don’t think either of us hated that idea, but when the Prince closed his eyes again, we both knew that could mean being pinned under his hands while he caught a few more hours of sleep. 

“Nope! Uh uh! Wake up, pretty boy. It’s beach day!!” Moira tried her hardest to lift the heavy hand off of her, but it was difficult even for me. I remember the first time I lifted one of the Prince’s hands I had to use all of my leg strength! He was so impressed! Cass just groaned. 

“Mmm… so early..,” He whined. He slowly shifted with a sigh, sitting up and stretching as he yawned. “Fine fine.. I’m getting up..” 

I couldn’t help but notice that he looked a little more tired than usual. There were clear dark circles beneath his eyes and he seemed extra groggy, but maybe he and Moira just stayed up a little too late gossiping. They loved to chat into the early hours of the morning and my Prince didn’t exactly love waking up before lunch time. I just sat on the bed as the Prince slowly got ready for the day, throwing on a pair of tight, gold swim bottoms that he covered in a short, sheer sarong. His royal bulge looked immaculate in them, so much so that Moira caught me staring with my mouth agape, giving me a playful shove when she noticed. His ass looked even better as he turned his back to me and started pulling his hair into some pretty braids. God, I was such a lucky man… 

It wasn’t long before the Prince carried Moira and I on either shoulder as he walked to the beach, a slight jingle with each step from the multicolored, iridescent beads adorning his exposed abdomen, some hanging around his waist. There were so many eyes on him as he passed through the city gates, the sight of the giant, nearly naked Prince bringing a blush to everyone’s face. I noticed some folks shooting envious looks in my direction. It wasn’t exactly a secret that we’d been seeing each other and the city was buzzing with gossip over it. Some even wondered if we’d be married, but… well, I knew that Cass was destined to marry another noble- something I tried my hardest not to think about. We’d cross that bridge when we got there, right? 

He walked a bit slower than normal. His giant strides definitely took us much further than my legs could have carried us, but he just seemed a little sluggish, his pulse fluttering in his neck. A bead of cold sweat dripped down his temple and landed heavily on the ground below as he started to pant. If he were a normal sized man I may not have even noticed, but being so large meant something as simple as breathing could become loud pretty easily. I reached out and touched his neck in concern. 

“Cass? You okay?” 

He paused for a moment, a look in his pretty eyes that I didn’t recognize. He looked almost dazed, maybe even afraid? But my lover was a master of covering up his feelings, and I was bad at reading people. He mustered a smile, wiping his brow. 

“Yeah.. It’s just a little hot.” He sighed. “Carrying you humans everywhere is exhausting,” He teased. 

I smiled sheepishly, terrible at detecting a lie. “We’re almost there, babe..” 

When we finally arrived, he set us both down on the beach as he unrolled a gigantic towel. This was when I should have realized something was wrong because normally the Prince would go sprinting out into the ocean as soon as we got there. He loved the water ever since he was a little boy, and he could swim as well as a mermaid could, his powerful body able to propel him miles through the water at a time. I braced myself for the inevitably gigantic wave that would come crashing onto shore when he jumped into the water, but my Prince just sat down on the towel and sighed. 

I stared up at him, a bit perplexed. “Not gonna swim, Cass?” 

He smiled softly, peering out at the ocean. “Mm.. I'd like some sun first I think.” His giant, golden eyes fixed on me as he smirked. “You look like you could use a swim, though?” 

Before I could even respond, I was being scooped up by one of his massive hands and being thrown dozens of feet through the air. I let out a shriek which quickly turned to laughter as the ocean grew closer and closer. I expertly curled my body into a cannonball, crashing into the water with great force. I was plunged deep underwater- he must have thrown me pretty far. I heard the surface of the water break a second time and looked over to see Moira sinking into the water next to me. Our eyes went wide for a moment- realizing that our Prince had just used us like skipping stones. 

We shared a good laugh about it after surfacing, peering over at Cass who gave us a playful wave. 

“I’m gonna get you back for that, you big jerk!!” Called Moira. 

I saw the Prince laugh before reclining back with a book. I gazed at him for a moment. He looked so beautiful sprawled out on the beach with the sun beating down on him. I was quickly splashed by Moira. 

“You can stare at him later. Put me on your shoulders!” She laughed, already climbing onto my back. 

We splashed around for probably an hour or so, just giggling and gossiping and playing. Moira was a good friend. I could see why she and the Prince had been inseparable for so long, and I think she was really starting to like me which was important. I wanted every reason for Cass to keep me around. 

I remember having so much fun that day. Even though my Prince hadn’t joined us in the water, it was nice knowing he was nearby on the beach, enjoying the sun. I just wish I had been paying more attention. I noticed in the corner of my eye when he rose from the sand. The weight of his colossal body made dull thuds as he gently padded along the shore. Moira and I were talking about food- making plans to go raid the Prince’s giant picnic basket soon, but that’s when it happened.. I noticed Cass’s stance waver, and being so graceful, it wasn’t like him to suddenly lose his balance. One moment he was strolling along the shore, the next he was collapsing. The ground shook violently as his titanic body crashed into the sand. Birds and bugs alike came soaring out of the nearby trees, startled by the great disturbance. I think he briefly tried to catch his weight with one of his arms which dampened the fall only slightly, but it's nearly impossible for a creature of that immensity not to cause a commotion. My heart was in my throat as I realized what had happened. I looked over at Moira only to see my own expression reflected on her face- a look of pure fear and panic. 

We swam over as quickly as we possibly could. The shore brushed up along the Prince’s body, one of his arms extended limply in the water. I was relieved that his face was clear of the waves. He at least wasn’t at any risk of drowning for now. His eyelids fluttered a bit as I drew near his face, but he soon went still. 

“Prince!” I screamed, touching his face, trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do for him. I wanted to pull him away from the water, hold him in my arms, but of course none of those things were possible. I felt so tiny, so useless, so weak. Moira quickly joined me, giving his giant face a few gentle slaps. 

“Cass! Cass, baby, you gotta wake up!” 

Tears sprang to her eyes as she looked at me in panic for a beat before shouting, “Sorren, you have to run to the temple! Run to the temple and get the High Cleric! NOW!” She placed her hands on my arms, pushing me along. I just nodded dumbly. There was very little I could do at that moment, but I could run. My body was built for that. 

My heart beat so hard that it rattled my ribcage as I sprinted as fast as I could back to the city. Cass’s giant stride always made the trip so much faster, so I had to make up for the difference- I’m not sure how long it took for me to get there. Time seemed to pass at an agonizing rate. The world around me was a blurry mess as the image of my Prince collapsing played over and over again in my head. I tried hard not to think of the worst, just tried to stay focused on putting one foot in front of the other, sweat dripping down my temples. 

I blew past the front gates when I finally reached the city, yelling for the guards to let me through- that Prince Cass had fallen and that I needed to reach the High Cleric as soon as possible. Everyone seemed to clear a path for me, looks of worry on their faces after hearing that something might be wrong with the beloved Prince. My legs were screaming by the time I passed the temple’s threshold, gasping for air as I called out for High Cleric Rossa. Many of the other clerics looked to me in concern, recognizing me as the Prince’s personal guard. 

“Please!” I cried out. “I need High Cleric Rossa!” 

It wasn’t long before the small form of the High Cleric stepped out. We’d met a few times before- he’d been Cass’s doctor since he was a child. His graying brow furrowed, his typically kind eyes filled with worry. I knew the moment I saw his expression- Rossa already knew something about Cass’s condition- the Prince was hiding this from me. 

“Let us get the horses,” he said, quickly gathering his medical bag. 

~~~

I think I must have been in shock as I rode with Rossa and a handful of other clerics back to the beach. My whole body was cold, drenched in sweat. I probably should have been exhausted but the adrenaline kept me fresh. Physically, my body was ready for anything, but mentally, I could hardly process what Cleric Rossa was saying. He mentioned an illness called “Giant’s Bane”, how Cass had been sick with it for a little over a month, how it's not something that humans know how to treat, that when the giants left all those years ago, they took all of their medical knowledge with them. The Prince apparently first visited Cleric Rossa in concern of the dark circles under his eyes. It wasn’t even that he feared for his health- he said he wanted to look his best for a date. God, he wanted to look pretty for me… 

 I would have cried. I mean, I felt the lump in my throat, but the tears just didn't come. My body shook, though. I trembled with fear, with heartbreak. The Prince was my whole world. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. 

When we finally reached the beach, I saw that Cass’s eyes were open and I nearly leapt off my horse. The healers rushed over to him and began attending to him- taking his vitals, pouring potions into his mouth, wiping his brow. He looked a little pale, his giant yet slender hands trembling ever so slightly. His eyes darted around- looking for someone- for me. I could feel his heart sink when his eyes finally found me. He looked sad, afraid. Small. 

“S-sorren..,” He said, nearly under his breath. 

I knew that this wasn’t the time to scold him for keeping his illness a secret from me, so I rushed to his side and fawned over him, touching his hand. 

“I’m here.” 

~~~ 

I’d been talking with the clerics for a while as Cass rested back home in his bed. No one was capable of carrying him, so we waited for him to gather enough strength to walk back home on his own. I could tell he wanted to downplay the whole thing- pretend like it was just a silly fall, that he was still an unstoppable force. I realized for the first time just how lonely it must have been for him to be a giant surrounded by humans- no one could carry him home. Not even me. 

After conversing with the healers for hours, I finally crept into my Prince’s room and climbed onto his bed. His eyes were closed, but they quickly fluttered open as he became aware of my presence. His lips parted like he was about to speak, but he couldn’t seem to find the words. I just sighed, staring up at him in concern- he looked so exhausted. It made my heart ache. 

“…You should be sleeping.”

His brow furrowed, lips pulling into a soft smile. He gingerly reached out, fingers curling around me and touching my back. I flushed. I was a little upset- mostly worried sick, but upset. I averted my eyes, nervously rubbing my arm. 

“You’re angry with me..,” He said, voice soft and a little hoarse. 

I shook my head. “Cass…,” I sighed, looking at him. “You’re sick. I mean, really sick.. And what? You just weren’t going to tell me?” 

He frowned, blinking a few times before looking off towards the end of the bed. “I was going to tell you, but… we’ve been so happy.” His golden eyes fixed on me again, finger gently stroking my jawline. “I didn’t want to ruin that. I just wanted to enjoy you.” 

He smiled at me, but for once it didn’t make me feel any better. Batting his long eyelashes could only solve so much. I gently pushed his fingers off of me, taking a few steps closer as I looked up at him seriously. 

“Cleric Rossa has been telling me all about it. About how it will make you weak, how your body will deteriorate- you might lose your eyesight, Cass.” I shook my head at him. “This is serious.” 

He frowned, turning his head away from me. “You think I don’t know that it’s serious?” His face went stony. I swear I felt the room turn cold. 

I swallowed, taking another step forward. “The giants knew how to fix it though. If we could just find them-“ 

He cut me off, scoffing. “Ugh, what giants, Sorren?” He looked at me sharply. “The giants who disappeared when my parents were murdered? They’re all gone.” 

“Cleric Rossa said there are rumors about the Dusted Summit in the North- people tell stories about giant footprints in the snow, unimaginably large clothing and baskets that have been discarded along the mountain path. How do you know the giants aren’t there? They could help you-“ 

He cut me off again, glaring down at me. I was making him upset. “Those are just /stories/. Folklore- tales that a bunch of snowbound people made up to make their lives less miserable.” He sighed, bringing a trembling hand to his face where he squeezed the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want to spend what’s left of my life chasing something that doesn’t exist, Sorren..” 

I shook my head, unable to accept this. “We can send a team out to investigate- hell, I’ll lead them! It’s worth looking for if it means saving your life.” 

He just looked away and crossed his arms. “I want you to drop this.” 

My jaw dropped a bit. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing- did he not even /care/? I stared up at him for a few beats before balling up my fists. “No,” I said firmly. 

I marched over and climbed up the blanket in his lap, planting my feet firmly on his thigh. I watched his brow furrow as he glanced down at me. 

“You can’t do this, Prince.” I could feel my eyes getting wet, my face flushing. My emotions were running away with me and there was nothing I could do to stop them, so I just let them ride. 

“You can’t just give up- not anymore- not after choosing me as your guard. Not after kissing me in the hot springs and stealing my armor. Not after making me love you!” That’s when the tears started to stream, my lip quivering. “You made me love you, Prince. How could you ask me to drop this?” 

My Prince’s eyes went impossibly wide as I made my speech. I’d somehow stunned him again, though I couldn’t tell if this was going to be good or bad for me. He just stared down at me with those giant, golden brown eyes, a very quiet gasp escaping his lips. My brow furrowed as for the very first time, I saw those pretty eyes well with tears. 

“…You love me?” 

The tears in his eyes swelled until they grew large enough to overflow, spilling down his cheeks. He blinked at me with long, thick lashes, dew drops sticking to them. I have to admit, he was beautiful when he cried. 

I nodded. “Yes. I love you. So much, Cass..” 

His lips pulled into a soft pout as he started to cry. The ground I stood on shifted as he curled onto his side, letting his head rest against the sheets. He pulled me in front of his face, tears soaking the sheets. I felt all consumed by his huge, wet eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. I think if we were the same size, this would have been like his head falling onto my chest. “I’m sorry, Sorren… I’m scared..” 

My heart throbbed. I reached a hand out and moved some of his blonde hair out of his eyes. 

“Hey… I know..,” I shushed him. “I know… me too..” 

I stepped a bit closer and the Prince nuzzled his nose and lips against me. I sighed.

“Let me help you, baby.. let me go find the giants..”

I felt him frown and he shook his head. “No. I don’t want you to leave me. I don’t want to spend any of the time I have left without you.. because I love you.” 

I blushed, looking into his big eyes. “…If that’s true, then I have to save you, Prince. I swore I’d protect you. You have to let me.” 

He stared at me for a few beats. “Well, you’re not going alone.” He sighed. “If you’re going to find the giants, I’m coming with you.” 

My eyes went wide, ready to object. “Prince..” 

He touched his finger to my chin. “Don’t argue with me. I’m not going to be the helpless Prince who waits to be saved by the hero..” He shook his head. “Besides, my legs will carry us so much farther than your little ones.” 

I just stared at him- I could tell he was serious and at least this meant there would be a chance of saving his life. I pet his cheek, gently nodding at him. 

“Okay.” 

He pressed his lips to me, and we settled down for the night, but my thoughts spooled up about what we’d just agreed to- the Prince and I were going on an adventure.