Avarga rifled through the splinters of the former human caravan. Amid the planks of wood and torn open cloth there was plenty of salvageable goods ripe for the giantess. These morsels of loot found themselves in a large bag hung around her hips, piling up to be taken back to her camp for appraisal, either keeping them as trinkets or selling them off. Making her way along the trail of rubble she herself had just made, she spied a gently flapping shred of cloth covering something. Thinking this was a bit of plunder she had passed over, she tugged on the corner. This unveiled a frightened human.

Quinn was nailed to the floor by his own fear. He knew he should have not joined this caravan, he knew he should have run instead of hide, but it was all too late, and the one sight he didn't want to see was upon him. The giantess blotted out the sky, a sturdy well-muscled beast one hundred feet tall, whose bronzed skin was covered only in the most sensitive areas by animal fur, and whose exotic cyan hair poured down the crest of her back like a waterfall. She didn't even flinch at the fact that he could see directly up her sturdy ripped legs and into her exposed womanhood; in fact she barely regarded him with any great shock at all, just a plain look on her lightly war painted face, and a glint in her amber eyes. 

A human boy, a very small and weak one, even for the average that came venturing through the steppe. He was so dainty and delicate he would fit nicely into her palm, and the pallor in his skin and fine blond in his hair meant he was quite an exotic treat. Perhaps there actually was a piece of treasure under the flap. 

Without hesitation Avarga grabbed the minute creature and stuffed him into the fur ruffles at her waist, keeping him brace against her warm skin like a dagger in sheath. Quinn was utterly unable to resist her, partly from the disparity in strength, partly from fear. This was nightmare come true, he had just seen his own travelling party driven before her, no mercy shown on her part at all... Unnoticed to her, he muttered a prayer, that at least if he died, it wouldn't be as a snack. 

---

With her loot unloaded, the tired raider could remove her boots and relax in her yurt. Being the chieftain of her clan, her dwelling in the grand tent was rather impressive: lined with animal skins, weapons, and the human trinkets she had just retrieved. Baring her mind towards those, she fished through her furs and plucked out a rather frightened little human. Holding his shoulders between her wide fingers, she scrutinised him more closely. He was even scrawnier than one of their men, most of whom were very thin and unfit for fighting; unlike giant men this human possessed strange yellow hair and almost snow-coloured skin. He hung like tanning hide from her fingers, seemingly too sullen to even paddle through the air like a dog. Of course he was terrified of her, even giant men were; she didn't blame him at all. Avarga was confident after some acclimatisation he'd make a fine pet. 

'Acclimatisation' was the last thing on his mind. Quinn thought he was not long for this world, at this woman whom he could only describe as a beast. Despite being a 'beast', she definitely wasn't hideous, in fact her soft and feminine yet striking facial features were both the human and giantish ideals of beauty. Specifically for Quinn she held quite and exotic look: warm tan skin, honeyed eyes, turquoise hair. 

The giantess had finished interrogating him; he was cute and would make a fine pet for her. From her limited dealings with humans, limited as in raiding, pillaging, and very occasionally trading, they were not so different to giants. That said, he'd be a pet, and as a pet he'd learn obedience. Considering how... malleable... he seemed, she'd just need to make it clear. She'd begin with something to show off, and she just remembered how tired and sweaty she was after all that hard work. 

The giantess collapsed on the floor, pressing her back against the firm wall of the tent and shifting forward so only her shoulders connected. She took the foreigner and dropped him a short distance from her chest onto her midriff, which was sticky with a fine layer of humid exudation. 

She was so... hard, Quinn thought to himself after catching his bearings. Her abdominal muscles were well defined and rigid, carved into her stomach with skin firmly stretched over. Even without her imposing size she'd be a Herculean figure. He felt so meagre in comparison, his tiny scrawny limbs had less strength than a single of her tendons; no doubt, he would easy lose to any part of her. The tiny boy looked up, past her surprisingly voluptuous chest and into the setting sun of her focused face. 

"Lick," she ordered plainly to the young creature. His tiny ivory limbs contrasting her dusky tan. 

Her voice was a deep, a rumbling wave that was still quite high and feminine while maintaining all the dominance of an order. No matter how she said it, the fact that her command was completely foreign to him. Stunned-eyes met hers, looking for further guidance. 

"I said lick!" she repeated more harshly. He simply flinched in response. Avarga scrunched up her face in annoyance, she'd give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he didn't know what she was saying rather than being disobedient. To help him along she stuck out her tongue and tasted the air. "Lick."

Now he understood, but he wished he didn't... He was on all fours, and each time he peeled his hand from her granite abdomen it made a sickly peeling sound. So much sweat... Quinn looked back up, at her squinting, stalwart eyes. Who was he to fight? He was literally standing on top of her, her muscled, rolling landscape of a body. He ducked his head submissively and slowly lapped at her caramel skin. Salty, incredibly so, like a smooth seashell to the tongue. The dried perspiration dissolved on with his saliva and collected onto his taste buds in large quantities. The first hour back with her and already he was serving her; although he had to admit he preferred him tasting her to the reverse.

Avarga laid back and enjoyed the submissive lapping of her pet, cleaning her weary body. Her mind was cooled by the thought of all the massages he'd give when she was aching after a raid, and how else to put him to use. While on this train of thought she may as well think of a new name for him, something she could say instead of those funny human words. She ruminated on his traits: small, cute, pale, timid... "Hmm, I think I'll name you Khuu," she christened him, the word meaning snow. The giantess realised all he heard was an unintelligible rumble; she'd need to dumb it down for him. "Khuu," she pointed at him, "Avarga," she reversed the gesture.

Quinn swallowed his salty saliva mouthful. 'Khuu'? Was that his name? He half wanted to pipe up to correct her, but he realised that'd go down as well as a mouthful of giant's sweat... Again he planted his face square onto the firm ground and stroked it with his tongue. 

Letting out a sigh, Avarga slithered down and rested her head on her hands. Her very own human pet, a cute and obedient boy to boot. She may have been a rather ruthless raider, but she'd be sure that, as long as he did what she said, he'd be very comfortable. And it seemed already he was nice and receptive. The giantess wriggled slightly, feeling her ripe body against the fur of her room. Khuu felt good, definitely, a tiny cooling tickle, but there was so much sweat he wouldn't even make a dent. She'd allow him to continue for a bit before taking a bath for real. 

So much to organise: living quarters, food, drink, someone to teach him the language. It was tiresome. That was for later however, right now she could focus on her newest piece of loot trying his very hardest on pain of death. 

Quinn, or Khuu rather, found himself in a position he'd never in a million years imagine finding himself. After a few days with his owner, and help from his tutor, he had begun to pick up a few bits of vocabulary. From what he could parse, Avarga found meetings dreadfully boring, and wanted to enlist him as entertainment. This is why he found himself under the tent-flap of the chieftain's loincloth. 

Avarga sat with crossed legs around the low table, convening with the other tribes' chiefs about goings on. Nothing interesting, plainly. At least she finally had something to occupy herself with. 

It was very dark inside the intimate enclosure, the red-dyed flap of cloth blotting out the already dampened light under the 'low' table, and with the ear-splitting voices of giant chieftains echoing above his head he felt like a lamb lost in a thunderstorm. It also smelled quite heavily... a scent he'd never before experienced. If he had to take a guess it'd be the formidable female genitalia dominating the cramped space. It was intimidating, but instinctively he knew what was expected of him: rubbing, licking and massaging, all of which Avarga had him do several times over the course of only a few short days. 

The already bored leader was growing impatient at the lack of distraction, and to spur him forward she kicked her heel back into her loincloth. Just a suggestion to get the cute plaything to hurry up, and not a few seconds later a smile touched her face. The tickle of a tiny tongue against her labia wasn't much, but it would be enough to get her through a laborious meeting.

On all fours, Khuu licked the strange moist surface. He was tucked so neatly into this woman's loincloth he may as well have been wrapped in a bow. He was a present for her, a distraction to keep her entertained. This the youth's first experience with a woman in such an... 'intimate' way, and he didn't really know what to think. It seemed his body mirrored his thoughts; there was a slight 'swelling', but nothing major. Ultimately it didn't matter, he was pleasing his owner, in whatever way she wanted.

The smirk on Avarga's face was unnoticeable to the other, more involved, people during the discussion; she was often the quiet one at the table. The terse giantess took a sip of her drink and enjoyed herself, content with his work. What would they all think? She wonder. As far as she knew she was the first to actually keep a human around as a pet. Perhaps they would even be jealous? What a cheeky thing she was, having her own personal pet concealed under her clothes. 

Khuu felt so awkward, he really had no clue how to please a woman, he would struggle with a human-sized one, let alone a hundred foot mountain of pure brawn. Face drenched in her slight moisture, he wiped it onto his bare arms to clear his vision. Not that he was able to in the humid dark. Indeed it was very humid; the moisture of her womanhood heated by her body infused the damp air of the 'tent' around him. Furthermore, that 'tent' was very well insulated due to the meaty thighs and calves; bronzed walls always ready to snuff him out. Perhaps thinking too hard was not the best... 

As if reading his mind, his thoughts were snapped off when powerful fingers pushed his head further into the wall of her womanhood. Khuu caught a mouthful of sensitive flesh and a spattering of fluid in his hair before the pressure let up and the fingertips left with a strong pinch to his supple behind.

Avarga masked her giggle with a sip; Khuu was fun to touch. Thankfully it seemed the meeting was wrapping up, and she'd finally be able to have some free time. The other members all finished saying their goodbyes and left with a bow, marking the end of another boring gathering. Avarga had the benefit of hosting the meeting, and this could remain seated. When the other chieftains were far from the large tent she stretched her legs and took the freshly light-blinded boy into her hand. A short journey to the adjacent room later and her behind was firmly cradled in on her throne. When she was nice and comfortable she slipped the pleasing thing back under her loincloth and sipped her still full drink. The woman was but a chief, yet all this pampering made her feel like a queen.

"Afterwards I'll let you sleep," she said in simple words while stroking the fine outline. He had been good to her so far, and all good pets deserved treats.

---

The human boy was curled up in a loose ball amid the sea of warm furs. This was him 'home': a small bed situated at the foot of his owner's own, filled with overlapping layers of pelts to keep him toasty on windy nights. It was soft and comfortable, so he had no right to complain. 

The telltale booming of his approaching owner shook his nest slightly. She was returning from a raid, and if their first encounter was anything to go by, he'd serve as the colossus' masseuse for the evening.

The tan, aqua-framed face of the giantess loomed over the edge with a great toothy grin. However, instead of wrenching him out of his soft bedding and onto hard muscle, something was dropped in. A bundle of cloth, seemingly very rich fabric too. 

"For you," she beamed, nodding and urging him to inspect. 

He understood this with his ever deepening grasp of their language, and crawled towards it. Clothes, very fine, ornate, clothes. For the lad who had been stuck wearing only a loincloth for the past week they looked infinitely more to his tastes. No doubt she had pillaged these from a caravan like his... But that didn't matter, he was being spoiled. Khuu even felt the gratitude to smile up to the woman, who gladly returned it. Hurriedly he dressed, the silky garments were meant for nobles no doubt; he'd never looked so good in his life. 

Avarga was so glad he liked his gift, even better he looked like absolutely adorable in them! He was her pet, and she'd treat her pets well. 

When Khuu slipped on the final article he realised the pile was not empty, and all this time had been resting on a strip of what appeared to be leather. He lifted it up to show her, begging to know what it was. She returned a word he didn't understand, but a gesture he did: a hand around the neck. It was a collar. 

He vigorously shook his head, he wouldn't wear a collar! He was far too proud, especially now that he looked so good.

The giantess was rather cross; she had provided him with these gifts and he was acting like a brat. "You will look cute!" 

Khuu remained adamant, which was quite difficult with a looming gigantic face above him, especially when that was connected to a hulking body...

"Khuu, you belong to me," Avarga said in a tone much less gentle, but with words he'd understand.

He did... The boy realised that; he was her possession, her pet. The collar was really just a formality. Swallowing his pride, he slipped his 'necklace' over his neck and bowed his head. Avarga, smiling, used only two fingers to clamp the latch together, inadvertently causing him to wince at the sheer power she wielded to crush something so close to his head...

Her new freshly collared pet looked positively precious; it was time to show him off. Pinching around his cloth-hidden rib cage she lifted the basically non-existent mass from his nest and into her hand, which he sat in like a castle's turret. He was carried into the larger hall of her grand tent. Her backside met the seat and she settled in to her throne, her symbol of power. Now complete with obedient, exotic pet. 

She rested Khuu on her thigh, where the rich attire and snowy skin contrasted very sharply with her earthy complexion. No mistakes could be made: there was something on her thigh, welcome for all curious eyes. The thick platform was warm, radiating heat for him to soak up and bake in. The power of her leg could be felt quite easily, it was a monolithic mass that could squelch him out of existence if she so cared, perhaps even on accident... 

A great hand shifted from her side to rest on her thigh. Like an assassin encroaching behind him and pouncing, it lunged forward and pushed him down under her thick fingers. He provided basically no resistance to the hand that pinned his shoulders to the firm sponge of her thigh, providing unlimited access to his body for the giantess. With her adorable thing tucked into her lap she could 'gently' pet him with only two fingers; his freshly pillaged finery moulded around his soft, lean frame. "You can rub me down later," she gloated with a firm pat.

This marked his official debut as the chieftain's pet, or at least short of rumours spread by his language teacher. And with how his snowy skin and colourful clothes contrasted with her dusky flesh there was no doubt someone would notice him. Her thick fingers rolling over his back felt more like a brawny massage than the gentle petting she was likely going for. 

The ambient sound of the room was filled with multitudinous rumblings from outside, all originating from lumbering behemoths going about their business. Khuu could see a few through the open flap at the opposite side of the room; muscular, towering women dressed in fur and carrying weapons walked along more sleek but similarly dressed men. He guessed that their society was more matriarchal, not that he could compare himself to either gender. The sounds of battle training could be heard quite easily, even inside the tent. It was unnerving, to the point he even felt glad Avarga was here to keep him safe; it wasn't too difficult to imagine a horde of giants ripping him to shreds for fun. He'd remain under her thumb for the time being.

After only a few minutes one of those lumbering behemoths pushed open the flaps of the yurt. She resembled Avarga a fair bit: muscular, tan, statuesque, but most of the giantesses he had seen fit this bill, and her face was quite distinct. The most apparent difference was her fiery red hair. "Chieftain Avarga," she addressed like an old friend, "I've come to... Oh my, who's this?" Taking notice, she leaned over, now with a sparkle in her voice. 

A finger came down and patted him into the tan flesh, splaying his white limbs out against the skin. "This is Khuu, he's my new pet," the chief happily boasted. 

"Well isn't he just adorable!" the stranger fawned.

The conversation between the two was, quite literally, going over his head, but by their intonation he could guess what they were talking about. He shuffled back, further under Avarga's palm.

"I'd love to feel his little-"

The redhead's sentence was ended when the chieftain slapped her approaching hand. "Absolutely not! Khuu is mine, and I don't want your grubby hands getting his new clothes all dirty." Avarga deliberately fiddled at his collar with a finger. Meanwhile, the boy slunk further under her palm. An instinctive response to giants shouting. He was scared, but silently, he was thankful for the protection he had received.

Muttering, the would-be thief withdrew her hand. "Hn... You know everyone's gonna be jealous."

"Naturally. That's the idea."

Her grumbling ended in a smile and a laugh. "I see, I might just have to keep an eye out for my own little human then. Anyway, as I was going to say..." 

Khuu drowned out the conversation as he was kneaded into the rigid but still lightly doughy skin, not listening to the giants prattle on about business. Pets only needed to look cute after all... And still he had a whole evening ahead of him.  

As usual, Khuu was resting in his soft abode, curled up in a ball and resting after a day spent preparing for Avarga's raid, which incidentally was taking a while. Perhaps if it was a success he be gifted more presents... That is partially why he wasn't asleep right now. He waited patiently, and eventually he felt the rhythmic steps of her prodigious weight reverberate into his nook. Only this time they felt... heavier. Quicker. It filled him with an instant feeling of unease, one that was only worsened when the feminine mountain stood above him. 

Unlike her usual slightly cheeky smile, her mouth was drawn very taut, with an equally inexpressive brow. Her eyes however: they were scary. They almost glowed menacingly, like a demon, but at the very least something had bothered her, and the way she stood at her full height over the much tinier creature got his heart thumping. 

He was taken. Into her constricting hand, across the room, and between her well-muscled thighs. Avarga was not feeling her usual cheery self; the raid had not gone well, at all. She was infinitely frustrated and desperately hungered for something to relieve her stress. The enraged hulk draped the flap of her loincloth over her thigh mechanically, exposing her genitals and the boy on all fours before it; a boy thumping with fear. The air was forced out his mouth with a pitiful squeak when five broad fingers strangled his midsection and forced his straw-topped head into her womanhood. 

Khuu's face was enveloped by her pliant lips for only a second before the remainder of his body was pushed in. His cheeks ran along the slick walls at great speed, friction burns would have formed had a good deal of lubricant not been present along the tunnel. Heat roared around inside the tight organic tube, humidity far above what was present in even the deepest swamps. As quickly as he was thrust in he was pulled out. Not for long enough to grant him a breath, only enough to wind him again for his second punch inwards. 

The giantess grunted softly at the tingling on her stretchy walls; he had slipped in very easily. Nothing was running through her mind but her failure, replaying it over and over as her struggling toy was forced as deep as he could go inside her, only his calves exposed as finger holds. The soft sound of moist slapping was the only noise present as the giant was a still as a stone, too focused on the rhythmic in and out to even moan. She used several fingers to push through the tiny patch of turquoise pubic hair and massage her clitoris for the extra stimulation. Even with all the force being used she felt nothing but mechanical stress relief.

Fucking humans, pathetic little shits. Think they could injure her comrade did they? Think they could out-smart her and get away did they? She was just a stupid brutish giant was she? Avarga clenched her teeth, a frothing rage for the tiny species bubbled up inside her. With a wrinkled nose she invaded her opening with her index and ring finger, locating the strangled creature and pinning him tightly to the wall.

Khuu attempted to squeak but found no air in his lungs. Two fingers stronger than he was had forced everything from him as they slammed onto both flanks of his spine. They stroked him against the tight wall, kneading his sensitive skin painfully against her. Motion sickness gripped the boy as he was tossed to and fro, unable to find his bearings on account of everywhere being the same: roaring heat and enveloping skin was the only things he could feel. Except, of course, for the pain of his dainty body being forced to the breaking point. Intense sweating broke out and mingled into the already present juices. Why was she doing this to him? She had petted him, and brought him nice clothes, let him rest and watch him walk around outside for fresh air. She was a giant, a savage brute, and he could do nothing to stop the sensation of his virginity being torn from him. He was going to die. His body would come apart before she finished, already he knew that had this wall been but a bit more rigid he'd be a smear of blood by now. It was only a matter of time.

Avarga threw her head back and roared as she reached climax, forcing her fingers against her toy and into her clit. She glistened with sweat after the intense workout, and she smiled while the annoyance and anger slipped away.

That was until she felt stimulation again, even though her hands weren't present... 

An upper body stuck out from her slit, two thin arms and a formless blond mass atop its head. It crawled like a paraplegic dog, trying to escape her. Shiny and sticky, it was totally enveloped by her vulgar juices. Finally it wrenched itself free and landed in a puddle with a pitiful slap. 

Avarga's heart shattered... She hadn't even realised she was... What on Earth had she done?

Khuu softly whimpered, struggling even to move his head to look up at the bronzed mountain's face. But when he finally did there was nothing on him but terror. And that collar was still fast around his neck...

A deep feeling of guilt hit her, directly in her gut where not even her muscles could resist. Khuu... HER Khuu... "Oh gods... Khuu... I... I'm so sorry, please I was just... I didn't mean to..." 

His expression didn't change, he had no clue what she was saying, just that this monstrosity had almost killed him.

A grimace touched her face; if only she could cast a spell and force him to forgive her. She tried to pick him up but he only winced at her encroaching fingers like a child to needle. Even if she was a terrible owner, he was her pet, and she could make decisions for him. Avarga slid the quivering boy onto her hands as gently as she possibly could. His tiny arms were wrenched over his chest in a feeble defensive position, as if he wasn't more sensitive than a butterfly's wings. She just carried him over to the roaring fireplace and, with some boiling water, prepared a miniature bath just warm enough to be comfortable. She slipped his sore body in, resting him against the subtle curve of the bowl.

He still stared at her as if she could kill him at any moment, and to be fair she could, but she really just wanted to wash his pretty body off from the horrible goo she had almost drowned him in. The tips of her fingers slid over his arms carefully, not wanting to push at bruises or sprains; he was definitely in poor shape. 

"I'm sorry Khuu," she said, which she knew he understood. Still, she dared not to smile after such a grave mistake on her part.

His lips were tight; it seemed he'd be silent for the rest of the evening, bar a few whimpers. Avarga cursed herself that she didn't even have anything to gift him as an apology... Poor, poor Khuu... Humans weren't made for such treatment, her pet especially. 

When he was cleaned off Avarga lifted him out and rolled him out onto a fluffy patch of fur and stroked it along his body, soaking up the wetness. When dried he was good as new, minus a bit of wear... 

The giant beast tucked him to bed, draping him dead centre on the bundle. "Sleep tight..." the giantess wished wistfully. He was curled up tightly in a ball, softly breathing to himself. She didn't linger over his nest for long, not wanting to scare him further.

That night she struggled to sleep with Khuu at her feet.

---

Avarga sulked on her chair. A day had passed since her failed raid and the situation had only deteriorated. The other chieftains had derided her, and her comrade was embarrassingly badly injured for fighting humans. And the whole situation with with Khuu had only worsened her mental state. She just sat in the glow of the fire and reflected on her misdeeds. 

Khuu peeked over the lip of his basket, at the tremendous woman sitting alone. His body still ached from last night, his muscles still... tender. The lad fingered at the collar on his throat, still fastened tightly; he belonged to her. Avarga was his owner, and it was the duty of a pet to please their owners. And it certainly helped she seemed to be ashamed. 

The boy struggled to his feet, using the wall to prop himself upright; he was only wearing a loincloth at the moment, not being paraded around camp to as a status symbol. Pain touched his arms as he struggled over the edge, pulling his tired body over and dropping onto the animal pelt floor with a breathy moan of anguish. 

The giantess, deep in introspection, didn't hear his faint squeaks. Neither did she notice him traversing the ground, not until he limped into view. "Khuu?" Avarga thought out loud, seeing his delicate injured form mobile. Yet she didn't act, partly from fear of startling him, but also far too curious to see where he was going with this. 

After his tiresome trek across the broad, albeit soft, ground, he collapsed onto his backside, adjacent to her bare right foot, right against her thick globular ankle. Khuu allowed his head to droop, and fall against her smooth bone. Her skin was soft and scrubbed clean, definitely not a rough hide as one might think. The boy caressed it roughly, and tilted his head all the way back to look into her eyes.

The sight of her pet nuzzled against her foot warmed the giant's heart. Pale skin against dark, small and dainty against large and rugged. Even if it was only her foot he was dwarfed. She supposed this was his wordless way of forgiving her, and showing some genuine affection. It was so enjoyable in fact, that she wouldn't do anything to disturb it. 

After some time he felt drowsiness begin to set in. Khuu shifted his tiny body over, climbing onto the the top of her foot. Her skin was spongy here, pliant and warm; even though she was muscular and rigid, some parts of her were soft and perfectly inviting. 

The chieftain sat and relaxed in the fire with her pet curled up at her feet. 

---

Outside of their yurt a freezing wind blew. Winter was setting in, and soon her tribe would travel on to find a better roost for the season. But before that happened, they'd weather the cold for a while longer. Avarga basked in the glow of the fire, soaking up its warmth. Khuu did much the same, softly panting after massaging, scrubbing, and serving as stress relief after her final raid for the season; a raid that had netted him a rather cosy rug to nap on. In conjunction with the fire, he also had the warmth of his owner's rather pronounced bicep to keep him heated, a lump solid and firm even when not flexed.

Several weeks on and the youth's mistreatment was but a bad memory, not even any residual damage remained. He had settled in to the rhythms of being hers, and grown accustomed to the ebbing and flowing of treating her and being spoiled in return. He had even come to appreciate the leering of infatuated giants whenever she showed off his latest outfit. Khuu had developed quite a fondness for the giant, he had come to learn the steppe was rather unforgiving, but with Avarga to keep him fed, healthy, and entertained, he'd live quite a comfortable life. 

Likewise, Avarga had grown considerable closer to him. He was fun to have around, and no longer grumbled at his 'chores'. The human was cute, fun to have around, and a mercy for her tired body. He was really such a good boy... A boy... Giants weren't as prudish as humans, she had no quarrel the 'entertainment' she got when he was in her loincloth. Perhaps he deserved some repayment? "Khuu, are you comfortable?" 

"Comfortable... yes..." he mimicked the word and nodded in his clear foreign accent. 

She flexed her arm, lifting him up the bulging muscle and popping him off, sending him tumbling to the soft ground. Avarga snickered heartily before gently laying two fingers on top of him. Although neatly dressed she could feel his body through his clothes. "You have been very good to me lately, would you like a reward?" 

"Re... ward...?" 

The tan woman smile; the way his tiny mouth struggled to wrap around their words was endearing. "I'll show you." Avarga gripped onto a loose fitting flap of his shirt and tugged it upwards, sliding it over his head. He began to see what was happening, and he wasn't opposed to it. His owner was a very beautiful woman, still being very feminine in her curves and face despite her strength. He just hoped she'd be more gentle than she had been previously...

When Khuu was undressed of everything but the leather ring around his neck she held him tightly in her thick fingers, clamping his legs to her palm. Her embrace was warm, her callous-free hands moulding around his fine body. The grip was firm but gentle, which was a careful balance considering she would shatter his bones with a bit more pressure. "Reward," she mouthed to him, trying to lodge the term in his mind. Although he might come out with a slightly warped interpretation of it. 

Avarga wiggled her ring finger back and forth, stimulating his crotch and causing it to awaken. He filled his tiny lungs with as much air as he could muster in shock... Khuu felt prepared for the reward. In all honesty he had secretly pleasured himself while alone, and considering there was only one woman he had been so intimate with...

Without hesitation plump lips wrapped around his peeking manhood, fingers as thick as logs holding him flush to her palm in a way that was basically bondage. So many times had he served his owner, even at the risk of his own life, and he hadn't been subject to the same treatment, but that was now over. Waves of pleasure crashed over him at the rippling of her lips against his shaft, not only sexual energy, but the pride of accomplishment filling him up.

Her warm breath pushed into his chest, increasing the fluttering of his heart against the tip of her nose. Even her breathing was pushing him back! She really was so far beyond what seemed natural in strength. He couldn't struggle against her hand, her mouth... he was at her mercy. Sharply Khuu inhaled and caught a lungful of her rich exhalation, moist and heated ever further than the surrounding toasty air. He was falling apart in her grip, melting and shaken by his body, and hers. 

After all this time with his owner, he realised how much he had come to like it. Perhaps he was broken in or something similar, but he enjoyed being around and pleasing the mountainous woman, feeling protected in her embrace, and being spoiled by her riches; the kidnapped boy was quite content, especially things like this happened.

Khuu mewed as he edged closer to climax, pleasing the giantess, and causing her to apply that much more pressure to both her careful sucking and lip movement. Against her lips his genitals were swallowed up, not even getting past into her mouth, she wasn't one to mock however, he was perfect just how he was. Avarga wanted to see his face when he burst, to know she had pleased the snowy young creature as he had done to her. Fortunately she didn't need to wait much longer, and he threw his head back and mewled gently in pleasure. 

The sticky pet recuperated in a loosened fist, pale complexion turned red, and arms held over his chest. Avarga smiled and hoped she had adequately rewarded him. "Good boy," she said, and Khuu had no trouble understanding the phrase at all.  

That night, as the bronzed landscape rested in the fire, so too did her pet, curled up on the firm, spongy cheek of her rear with a familiar red loincloth draped over him as a blanket. One night, and hopefully many more.