In the near-pitch-black darkness of the alley’s end, Claraføster found a comfortable spot to sit down against an old brick wall, gently but firmly clutching the young man she had just caught in her hand. Sitting down, she was still over 12 and a half feet tall, and her torso rose up imposingly against the wall she sat against. But the building was about five stories tall, so despite her huge size, she was completely concealed in the alley.

The drunk man had realized that something was very wrong, and had begun to flail his arms and legs about as Claraføster sat down. He tried to yell out, but she had placed the tip of her thumb over his mouth, completely sealing in any sound he tried to make. It felt to him like some impossibly huge force had snatched him off the sidewalk and then spoke to him gently in a voice that was soft but tremendous at the same time. His hair had been ruffled by this creature’s pleasantly tender breath — he had felt as if the wind itself was calmly speaking to him. It was so dark and he was so drunk that he couldn’t see much of anything that was happening, but as this entity continued to hold him and appeared to carry him farther and farther into the alley, the man had realized through his alcoholic haze that something was not right. 

Claraføster, of course, knew exactly what was happening and was completely in control. Seated comfortably in all her gorgeous nudity, cloaked modestly by the night, she could see as clearly as if it had been daytime — the Hyrrokkin could see perfectly well in the dark, just like cats and other nocturnal creatures. She jostled her back comfortably against the grooves of the brick wall she sat against, and she once again brought the man up to her face, her nostrils flaring as she licked her lips. 

“Mmmmm,” she hummed, her eyes going up and down the man’s body, “you’re wearing all these cute little…clothes? Is that what you call them? Mmmmm, I think it’s time to take them off, don’t you?” She reached out one of her fingers and started picking at the shoe on the man’s right foot. He kicked his foot away and struggled more against her grasp. She laughed a deep, quiet, silvery laugh as her finger chased his foot around, delighting in the game of cat-and-mouse. After a few moments she had managed to lodge her nail into the space between his shoe and his foot. 

“Aha!” she laughed quietly at him. “Gotcha!” With a deft little flick of her finger, his shoe came flying off. An additional little pinch and whisk made quick work of his sock, and its tatters scattered the ground. She could feel the vibrations of the man’s vocal cords tickling the skin of her thumb — he seemed to be screaming, but the effect of her thumb’s effortless seal was complete. No sound came out. Claraføster suddenly had the desire to speak with the human as she undressed him bit by bit, preparing him for landäshmend extraction, but with him yelling and screaming like this she didn’t want to take her thumb off his mouth. 

She brought him up close to her face again, or at least “close” as far as she was concerned; their faces were about five feet apart. She whispered at him, her breath again ruffling his hair:

“Shhhhh! Quiet, little human! Quiet! I want to talk to you…I want to hear your little voice.”

The man only struggled harder in her hand, twisting his body back and forth like a mouse caught in a trap. Claraføster didn’t have any trouble controlling her grip on his body, or keeping her thumb on the man’s mouth…but man wasn’t acting like she wanted him to. She amused herself by chasing around his other shoe with her finger, playing with his sluggishly noncompliant leg as she kept whispering to him:

“Come on! Come on, little thing — panicking isn’t going to help you. Don’t you want to talk with me a little bit? A little more time for you to breathe the air and smell the rain? A little more time to live? Hmmmm?” She was speaking in a sweet voice, but her words were apparently not very soothing to the young man; he was screaming silently into her thumb even harder now, and his body was beginning to thrash more urgently in protest. Claraføster lowered the man from her face for a moment, pouting a little into the night and feeling a bit discouraged. How could she get the human to be quiet and relax? 

Being a giantess from the Hyrrokkin tribe, she could not truly appreciate the terror she was causing the young man. To her, humans had always been food, and even though she felt very kind and affectionate toward them, she could never truly empathize with the terror they felt at the prospect of being eaten alive. It was one of those inevitable disconnects between two distinct entities; humans could never really get into the minds of the animals they ate, and neither could the Hyrrokkin. 

This didn’t stop Claraføster from wanting to, however. The more she was around humans, the more she wanted to learn about them. She had been watching them for years — and in this moment, she didn’t understand why she hadn’t tried to just talk to them in the first place. Of course, there were multiple reasons why — for one, it had simply never occurred to her to have a conversation with her food. And for another, she had never really thought that a conversation could even be possible. Now she was learning that it wasn’t going to be easy. But she was determined…she sighed to steady herself and stared off silently into the city lights, holding the man’s struggling body in her lap. She’d think of a way. 

After several minutes of contemplation, she smiled to herself; she had an idea. She remembered reading somewhere years ago in one of her tribe’s thick tomes that human men actually liked to have their penises stimulated, and that the landäshmend they shot out was a sign that they were experiencing intense pleasure. The Hyrrokkin didn’t really pay much attention to what humans liked and didn’t like, since they were only food after all. But Claraføster had human pleasure on her mind right now…she was thinking that she could use this potential pleasure as a bargaining tool to get the man to be quiet. 

She brought the man back up to her face and smiled brightly at him. The man’s eyes had gotten used to the pitch-darkness of the alley, and his sudden kidnapping by a 26-foot-tall giantess had shocked him into something resembling sobriety. From his perspective, he was being held in one hand by what looked like a huge, shapely, naked woman. Despite his situation he could see that her face was beautiful and young, that her eyes looked at him with warmth and kindness, and that her mouth was curved upward in a pleasant smile, bearing two rows of brilliantly white teeth. he feared for his life as this giantess brought him back up to her face…he hadn’t forgotten that minutes before, she had promised him in no uncertain terms that she was going to eat him. 

“Little man,” she breathed quietly at him, “little man, if you’re quiet for me, I will lick your little penis with my lips. Would you like that?”

The man shook his head vigorously, resuming his panicked and silent yells into her thumb.

“Come on, little thing,” she whispered at the man insistently, bringing him even closer to her face, “What if I licked it with my tongue? You see it here?” She parted her teeth and brought out her tongue, holding the man back to give him a full view. It issued forth, longer and longer, from her flirtatiously parted mouth, and the more it came out, the wider the man’s eyes became. Even for a giantess over 26 feet tall, her tongue seemed disproportionately long. His terrified amazement was understandable: Claraføster’s tongue was just over 20 inches long. 

After extending her tongue to its fullest extent, she winked at the man, trying to spark his arousal. 

“Wouldn’t you like it if I licked you with this?” she asked him softly, rippling her tongue in smooth undulations for him to see. “If I teased you?” It was all coming back to her now — that ancient thick volume she had read had talked all about how to stimulate human men. Somewhere in between then and now, her tribe had forgotten about the intimate contact needed for a proper landäshmend extraction. Most of her kind didn’t even bother with the hassle and the complications of the extraction anyway — most of them just ate their human men plain. But Claraføster’s had tasted the landäshmend a few times, and she wasn’t going back. It was too delicious. 

“Hmmm?” she pursued, “what if I teased you like this?” She flicked her tongue up and down rapidly before the man’s eyes, so fast that it became a blur in front of his face. The alleyway was filled with the soft sounds of her rapid tongue. Claraføster smiled as she saw the man’s eyes get even wider; her memory was serving her well. The old book had mentioned that human men were attracted to tongues and mouths in general, and that they especially liked it when their penises were teased. Claraføster looked down at the man’s groin and was delighted to see that his pants were beginning to tent outwards — it was working! Her tricks were paying off! She barely suppressed a squeal of delight as she extended her rapidly flicking tongue to the man’s crotch — surely this would quiet him down…

And yet as her tongue approached, the man began to thrash about even more violently, and tears began to trickle down his face. Claraføster couldn’t help but reach out with her tongue and lash them off the man’s face, sucking on them for milliseconds and savoring the little prick of unique saltiness before they disappeared into her saliva. Her action had been automatic — she couldn’t pass up the zesty saltiness of the special water that sometimes came out of their eyes. Again, she tried to approach his crotch with her tongue, and again he flailed desperately to get away. Her heart sank a little bit as she lowered him back down to her lap, disappointed and a bit discouraged. His penis had gotten bigger in response to her teasing…why was he still acting the same way? Why was he still trying to scream and yell? Didn’t his hard penis tell her that he liked what she was doing? 

Claraføster looked out again from her sitting position to the dazzling skyline of the city lights. This was all very challenging…maybe she should just eat the man and be done with it and try to find another one. 

‘No,’ she immediately thought to herself in response, ‘I wanna talk to this one. We’ve already bonded a little bit.’ The truth was, she thought this particular human, what with his initial drunkenness and singing, was especially cute. Plus she had a strong sense of pride in herself. She wasn’t going to give up so easily. She thought quietly for a few more minutes, gently stifling any sudden movements the man made in her grasp as she continued to stare at the city’s skyline. Almost absentmindedly, she took off the rest of the man’s clothes, flicking them away into the alley. A dark thought suddenly occurred to her. She resisted it for a minute or so, but as she thought and thought about other options, she came up with nothing. 

She heaved a little sigh into the night. She would have to do something that wasn’t really in her nature, that she didn’t particularly enjoy doing. 

‘But it’s gonna be worth it,’ she reminded herself, and brought the man up to her face once again. She held him there for a moment, her thumb still over his mouth, as she closed her eyes in concentration, generating her persona. When her eyes opened again they were completely different; there was no warmth in them now, and they flashed with a dangerous and violent gleam. 

“Listen to me, little human,” she whispered venomously, baring her sharp teeth at its face, “if you’re not quiet I’m going to do something you won’t like.” She gave her hand a little firm shake, rattling every bone in the man’s body as his head whipped back and forth briefly. 

‘Be careful!’ she chided to herself, ‘Don’t actually hurt it!’ But she kept up her vicious persona and opened up her mouth, baring her teeth again, and then suddenly she brought her teeth together again, closing them with a perverse snap. The man, already terrified beyond belief, flinched in her hand and remained stock still, utterly stunned. Claraføster looked at him with dark and wicked aggression. She had his attention…now she needed to finish what she started and shed this uncomfortable persona. 

“If you’re not quiet,” she whispered, still showing her teeth, “I’m going to bite off little parts of you.” Her pinkie finger cradled his cock and balls. “Starting with these right here.” The man didn’t move. She didn’t feel any more vibrations in her thumb….had it worked? She had to make sure. 

“Do you understand me?” she whispered. The man immediately nodded his head, and Claraføster felt a warm wave of relief wash over her. She blinked at the man, and suddenly he could perceive that her eyes were different — everything was different. This giantess had reverted back to her gentle and loving demeanor. Even in his situation, the man felt something like reassurance in her eyes, which allowed him to relax a bit, even as he still feared for his life. At this point, though, he was confused and overwhelmed more than anything, and was definitely not going to disobey the giantess at this point. 

Claraføster was only too eager to discard her contrived violence and threats, and she smiled warmly at the man. Ever so slowly, she took her thumb off his mouth. He didn’t make a sound. 

“Good!” she whispered to him excitedly. She held him in front of her, and for a moment she was so happy that she forgot why she went through the whole process in the first place. Then she remembered: she just wanted to have a little conversation with the human before she drew out its landäshmend and ate it. But she couldn’t help but laugh to herself a little: after putting all that effort in getting the human to be quiet, now that it actually was quiet, she couldn’t think of anything to say to it. She racked her brain as she looked up and down the man’s little body…at his short crop of hair, at his little feet and bony heels, at his wide-eyed face, and out into the alley at the torn, discarded remnants of his clothes. 

“Do you like to wear boots on your feet?” she asked the man suddenly. Looking at his clothes littering the alley, she had thought back to the shoes she had plucked off with her finger. They weren’t boots, but Claraføster thought that all the different things humans put on their feet were just unbearably precious and adorable. She had suddenly thought about the boots from the policeman she had eaten earlier that night — and just like that, she realized that she wanted to have a conversation about shoes. 

The man didn’t react to her question. He simply looked at her with wide eyes, utterly scared and baffled. 

“It’s ok to talk now little guy,” she said soothingly, smiling at him. “You can answer my question.” But still the man said nothing, only managing to stare back at her. Claraføster suddenly perceived that the man was shaking in her grasp. She lowered him a bit from her view and stared out sadly at the skyline again. Had she gone too far? Had she scared the human too much? She quickly rallied, however, and brought him back up to her face. 

“Hey there,” she said, smiling again and extending her tongue at him a little bit, “I wanna hear an answer.” Her tongue approached him. “Come on,” she said encouragingly, “come on! Answer me and I’ll make you feel good.” Her tongue was creeping up around the man’s feet and ankles, slowly wrapping around them. The sight of her encroaching tongue seemed to scare the man even more, and Claraføster saw the terror in his eyes. But she also couldn’t help but notice that his penis was getting stiff again. 

‘Humans are such interesting, complicated little creatures,’ she thought to herself, bemused. But she suddenly started, because the human was trying to speak. A few small dry croaking sounds came forth initially, but after a few false starts Claraføster was positively thrilled to hear the young man’s tiny voice answering her question. 

“Y-y-yes m-m-ma’m. I-I do like to wear b-boots.” 

Claraføster made big eyes at him, blinking in fascination. “You do?” she asked, as if she was inquiring about the most interesting topic in the world. The man nodded his head vigorously. “Well how about that!” she said in fascination. “How do they feel on your feet?” 

The man struggled for a moment to answer the question, until he managed to say, “G-good, good! They feel very…v-very good on m-m-m-y f-feet.” Claraføster nodded up and down at his answer without blinking, utterly enchanted at how his little mouth moved when he talked. “T-t-they’re pretty c-cool,” the man added bravely, managing to speak even though his entire body was trembling. 

“Cool?” asked Claraføster in interest. “Oh, how amazing! The boots actually cool your feet down?” She clicked her tongue in her mouth, thrilled to be learning all these new things. “I guess that makes sense,” she continued, adjusting her seating position and lifting up one leg to rest it upright, with her foot on the ground and her knee bent. “I guess your little feet get hot because of all that walking around.” 

The man appeared to be puzzled by her comment, but didn’t say anything more. Claraføster searched his face for confirmation. 

“Is that right?” she asked him, “That’s why you humans wear boots? To cool your feet down?” 

The man paused a moment, seemingly paralyzed. Claraføster extended her tongue again and gave his buttocks a quick little massage with the tip. She was about to pry his buttcheeks open to explore inside when the man suddenly spoke up. 

“N-n-no, no, that’s not r-really why,” he said quickly, as if eager to say anything to fend off her tongue.

“No?” she asked innocently, retracting her tongue. “But you said that boots were “cool.”” 

“T-that’s just an…uh, an expr…an expression t-that we have,” he managed to stutter. 

“Oh!?” said Claraføster, deeply interested. “A linguistic expression, huh? Wow, that’s just fascinating. What does “cool” mean?” 

“I-it means…uh….it means…” and the man was struggling again to form words, clearly distracted by the wriggling tongue that once again emerged from Claraføster’s mouth. She laughed quietly at him, giving him a wink as her tongue disappeared again. “It means…that…that s-s-something is, is…is really n-n-neat,….uh…that something is really…is really…that it s-seems really n-nice and that o-other people, uh…would uh, would like t-to…to have it.” The man grew silent, apparently done with his explanation, an explanation that appeared to have exhausted him. 

Claraføster looked at him with sparkling eyes. “Oh I see!” she said, entranced, “That’s what it means…so if something is “cool” then that just means that it’s something good, and that it’s something that people want…is that right?” 

The man nodded his head. Claraføster laughed, utterly delighted. “Haha! Oh wow, I have to remember to keep it down,” she said, lowering her voice after a laugh that was louder than she meant it to be. “It’s just so exciting to learn all these little things about how you speak.” She grinned at the man in her hand. “So now I’ve learned what “cool” means!” She drew in a breath through her nose and let it out again, eager to try out the new word. “And so now I can use it in a conversation! So, ummm…” and she licked her lips in concentration before she spoke:

“Little human, I think you’re….wait, no, that sounds kind of weird to say when I’m talking to you like this.” Something was missing. She thought quickly, stumbling over her thoughts in her excitement. Suddenly she had it: of course, it was so obvious! 

“What’s your name, little human?” she asked. 

The man blinked. “Ethan.” 

Claraføster felt a sudden hot surge in her loins, and she felt hot thick liquid splash her inner thighs. Hearing the human utter its name in that tiny little voice, with its innocent eyes staring up at her, had been enough to give her a spontaneous and powerful orgasm. She was taken aback and actually had to readjust her sitting position a few times as the orgasm rippled through the rest of her body from its white-hot epicenter in her pelvis. She closed her eyes in pleasure as she arched her back and her lovely neck, her nose pointed at the night sky in ecstasy. 

“Oooohhhhhh wooowwwwww,” she moaned. Her whole body shook with the aftershocks for long moments after. She bent her head back down and took some deep breaths to collect herself. Still breathing hard, with a sheen of sweat on her gorgeously flushed face, she held the human up to her face again. 

“Ethan,” she said thoughtfully, the name sounding like golden syrup on her tongue. “Ethan…Ethan…Ethan…” she trailed off for a moment, seemingly lost in pronouncing the name, but then came back quickly. She gave him her warmest smile yet as her big eyes danced in his. 

“Ethan,” she said richly, “I think you’re…pretty cool.” She giggled at his astonished face. She couldn’t wait to ask him more.