Chapter 2: The Pure-breed Centaur
“The Lady, she says she likes you.”
“I’m sorry what?”
Alexander looked at the flying ball of green light as if it was an impossible sight. Which he shouldn’t have, considering what had happened to normality the last few years. Not that it was that common. Fairies of her kind could be met here and there, but almost never in cities. When they mingled with humans, they tended to take their normal-sized appearance, not those forms of little lights, closer to the legends of old.
And They certainly never did that in a mall so crowded by humans and semi-humans that it was almost impossible to not hit someone when walking around. It was too dangerous for them. And as a worker in one of the main shops catering to the larger than life semi-humans, colloquially known as Monster Girls, Alex felt quite confident that he had never, ever, met a fairy in that form before.
“The Lady, she says she likes you!” repeated the little sprite, sounding a little angry now.
Alex looked up and up at said lady. A centaur. Among the semi-humans, they weren’t the tallest, of course, but they certainly were massive. This one looked more refined than most others he had seen, but she was perhaps even taller than the standard breed. She was lithe, and even her human torso did not sport the bulging muscles and large breasts of the other centaur women he had had to help in his line of work. Her face was hidden by a veil, which looked quite Arabic, and so did the precious dress she wore over her human portion.
“Well, it’s an honor then!” he blurted to the towering creature.
He suspected her must have looked ridiculous, but he hadn’t much of a choice. The horse-like portion of her body was as tall as an African elephant, after hall, which meant he barely cleared the part where her legs joined her “first torso”. And where the elephant’s head would have been was the start of her equally impressive human body. She truly made him look puny and pathetic, and he knew quite well that the larger the patron, the wisest it was to be always polite and deferent, even if he also had to establish some firm boundaries.
“The Lady is pleased by your words, but the Lady, she says you don’t seem to understand. She likes you, and yet you remain here, as if waiting for a new customer!” spouted the fairy, which surprised Alex a lot, and started to unnerve him a little.
“Well, hum, it’s… it’s my job. I can’t just go around when I’m in service. I’m sure someone of such high pedigree as the Lady would understand. After all, centaurs are known for their respect of duty…” he tried, but the giantess let her hooves hit the ground loudly as if she was starting to get angry.
“The Lady, she says that she never met someone as able when it came to helping her with her hooves and legs since she came to this world. The Lady, she says she wants you to come with her. Your duty to the Lady is obviously far greater than the one you owe this place! The Lady, she says she is growing impatient, and she’d rather you come willingly, but the Lady, she says she won’t leave without you!”
Alex started to feel a cold sweat forming on his brows. He had heard the stories, everyone had, really. He didn’t know anyone who had finished in his position, but he had read about it on the Internet, and even on TV. About people being abducted by over-eager giantesses who ended up hurting them – or worse. And the Government did nothing. Some said it was under their control, others that it was just too craven – or greedy, riches seemed to be in an infinite supply in the Monster World, and only its inhabitants could cross between their realm and the Human’s one…
“I… I’m not saying I don’t want to come with the Lady”, even if I don’t… “It’s just that… I have a contract with this place, I just can’t come and go around as I please. But I, uh, I’ll finish my shift in an hour or so, so I’ll be able to accompany the Lady around here, if it so pleases her.”
It was a poor attempt to avoid having to go with the gigantic centaur woman, whose whole human body was hidden. As he looked up at her, he saw her turning her head away from him, but he swore he had been able to see two hazelnut eyes looking at him for the briefest second. It made him somewhat more nervous. If, for some reason, she felt anxious or, God forbid, enamored… if doubted he’d be able to escape her clutches after the end of his shift. But at worst, he just had gained an hour to think about the best way to escape this madness. At best, she’d grow bored about the whole prospect in a few seconds.
“The Lady, she asks” stated the fairy, bringing his mind and eyes back to her. “If you were not affiliated with this place anymore, you could come with her immediately, correct?”
“Well, yes but-“ tried Alex, but he hadn’t the time to finish his sentence that the little sprite had disappeared in a flash – a real one which hurt his eyes and left phantom lights in them; leaving him alone with the centaur woman.
“Alex, is everything alright?” asked Kathy, a senior member of the crew, who was just starting her shift. “You seem-“
She too was interrupted when the giantess moved around. She barely did more than take a step or two forward, but it was enough that the two humans had to try and dart out of the way, and when he had stopped, Alex discovered that the Lady had firmly set herself between him and Kathy, all by using her forelegs alone. Each of those was thin enough that he could have tried to dart around them to the relative safety of his co-worker, but it was as if the Lady read his mind, as she constantly shifted to prevent him from even seeing the other employee.
“Excuse me, Ma’am?” bravely stated Kathy, taking her sternest voice. “If my colleague has finished his work on your hooves and legs, I’ll have to ask you to leave the store. We have other patrons, who are patiently waiting their turn, and are kind enough to not make a scene out of it.”
The Lady just lifted her leg and let her hoof fall loudly on the tiled floor, cracking it in a thunderous sound. He heard Kathy yelping, but he couldn’t tell if it was from fright or pain. In any case, this simple gesture from the centaur had taken the wind out of her. He saw her moving away, and he couldn’t fault her for it. It wasn’t as if she could force the Lady out of the store, to begin with. She’d have had to request the help of one of the monster folks who were already waiting for their turn and they both knew they wouldn’t help against one of their own.
“Ghaaah!”
“The Lady, she says you are now free to come with her. Following her of your own free will would be much appreciated” stated the fairy, whose reappearance had made him scream in quite a ridiculous manner – but her words and what she had in hand made him forget about it almost immediately.
It was his contract with the store. And on it, as he had seen once or twice since he had started working here was a red mark which read Terminated. Which meant that someone, probably the manager herself, had thrown him to the wolves. What had she been promised by this ostensibly wealthy monster-girl? He’d probably never know. Alex wanted to cry. He had a life; he was still a bachelor, still a virgin even! All he wanted was to settle, use this work to really get some money on the side so he could impress a charming girl with whom he’d get to live his best life!
Instead, he’d end up broken by a monster-girl who couldn’t even be bothered to talk to him! Really he could feel the tears forming in his eyes, but he knew there was nothing he could do. No one toward whom he could have turned to try and get some protection – or help. With a heavy sigh, Alex looked around him and then at the fairy. He wanted to squish the damnable little thing more than anything, but he contained himself. Hurting the friend/servant of whoever was also becoming his boss, was out of the question. All he could do was pack his stuff and come with them.
“I just need to change my clothes, I can’t leave with the store’s outfit” Alex mumbled, and mercifully he was allowed to do it.
* * *
When they finally reached their destination, Alex was panting and wheezing like never before in his life. He had had to run for almost two hours straight, the Lady never deigning to take their size difference –nor the fact that he was only bipedal – into consideration. He was drenched in his own sweat, probably reeked and felt very much ready to collapse on the ground, so even the sight of what could only be a wooden mansion fitting the size of his unwanted crush, or whatever it was the Lady felt for him, wasn’t even able to faze him.
“The Lady, she says you need a bath. There is one at ground level.”
Nothing more. Not even an acknowledgement that if he needed a bath so desperately, it was because of them. But Alexander didn’t dare speak back. He only had to look at the veiled face of the giantess who had stolen him from his life and his dreams to know it’d amount to a grand total of zero. He couldn’t change his situation right now. All he could do was walk toward the doors and despair when he realized that they were only fitted for someone the size of the Lady. He couldn’t even make them move, and she had to come to the rescue, pushing them lightly and prying them open, silently.
Finding the bathroom was easy, and he was surprised to notice that he could actually use it. It had accommodations for someone his size. He wondered if it was for the fairy, if she could sometimes take a human form, or if the Lady had thought about capturing a male human for some time… Not that he cared much about it. He knew he was a prisoner here. He started to wash himself under the shower, savoring the sensation of his sweat being removed from his skin. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he never heard the Lady approaching and only noticed her when an enormous hoof touched the ground next to him.
“I’ve finished!” he yelped and he tried to dart away; only to be pushed to the ground by the same leg which had startled him, and be trapped on his back, entirely naked, when she put her hoof on his torso. “I… I’m sorry!”
“Do not be” boomed a deep and yet feminine voice, forcing Alex to look up – up beyond the entirely naked body of the Lady, and to her striking face, whose hazelnut almond-shaped eyes were looking at him, and her middle-eastern looking skin blushed beautifully. “It is I who should be ashamed of my behavior… To mistreat you like so” she continued, lifting her hoof from over him, leaving Alex utterly confused.
“I… Thank you. I guess?” he mumbled, not sure what he needed to do now. “Do, uh, do you want me to leave or…”
“Please, stay with me. I want to share a bath, just the two of us. It is… unbecoming to speak to someone else in public for a young centaur girl of my standing but I knew when I saw you, when I felt your hands working on me. I knew you were the One I had been waiting for all my life.”
“I… I just did my job, there is plenty of talented people out there who-“
“It’s not about your skills, dear. It’s about the connection between us. All Centaurs know that someday they’ll meet the One who is their Destined. I did not expect to meet you today, but I did, I can tell with absolute certainty. And because I know, I want only what’s best for you…”
Alex blinked as he slowly got up. She was crazy, he decided. All this nonsense about the One or whatever was just pure madness. Not that he could tell her so, what with the size difference and all. But he really didn’t like the way this was going. He didn’t feel any connection to this girl, and no matter how much she believed in her centaur ways, it was just impossible for him to even start to consider that they could be fated to be together or some ridiculous idea like that. The young man decided that for now, acting as if he was going along with her delusions was for the best, however.
“Well, uh, perhaps we could present each other? I mean, perhaps you know my name and all, what with the contract, but I don’t know yours…”
“Oh, of course! In truth, I don’t know your name either. It’s my fairy assistant who deals with the rest of the world, speaking my words for others. I wouldn’t want to interact with anyone but the One in this world” she explained, sounding rather haughty suddenly.
“Oh, okay. Well, the name’s Alexander Blake, and I’m 23 years old. Nice to meet you” he said, doing his best to hide his shock at the idea that this gigantic centaur could have basically kidnapped him without even knowing his name.
“Alexander… I like this name, it has a great sound to it” dreamily said the Lady. “Well, my name is Souraya al’Easifa, of the proud Easifa dynasty! As a ruler among my kind, it is a great honor to stand by my side and to partake in the glory of my name, Alexander! This is why, from now on, you ought to be quite prudent in your dealings with the outside world, for you are now an al’Easifa too!”
“But we’re not married!” he blurted, unable to keep the words in – she was truly insane!
“Married? Oh, right, I read that you have such an institution here. We centaurs don’t need it. When we find the One, we know it, and if he’s weaker than us, he takes our name. Of course, I may be misjudging humans, but I think I’m the strongest, don’t you agree my beloved?”
What could he answer? He was incredibly small, weak and fragile compared to someone who probably weighed several tons. And when he had worked on her lower legs before, he had felt her muscles. They weren’t a joke, he was sure of it. He had had to use a lot of strength just to massage them correctly, after all… There was no way he could pretend he was stronger than her, or even on part. But the whole situation was becoming more frightening by the second. If she believed they were already husband and wife, even fleeing the house wouldn’t be the end of it!
“Well, I’m glad that we get to know each other more” said Souraya, as she walked toward the bath and sat in it – and even in this position, she dominated him by a wide margin. “Now, would you be a dear my love and come wash me? I want to feel your hands on my rump…”
Even if her tone hadn’t betrayed her intentions, Alex would have recognized an invitation to something far more licentious than taking a bath with a woman he didn’t know. No, the Lady – Souraya – wanted to do the naughty. Which was a terrible idea in his eyes. He was far too small, far too weak, to do it with such a massive being. Had she been an elf, or perhaps a Halfling, it could have been possible. The former were twice as tall as humans, the latter just the same size, or roughly, but in both cases it seemed somewhat realistic.
But with this centaur girl? No way in hell. And yet he knew he had no choice. You can’t say no to someone who can literally crush all your bones if it takes her to just… lie on you. If she so wanted, she could kill him with one blow of her hooves. Normal horses could do that, and their bodies weren’t the size of an elephant’s! So, regretfully, Alex entered the water. He was surprised by how warm it was – it wasn’t so much a bath as a hot spring, really, but he soldiered on. Finally, he reached her rump and touched it, his hands near the base of her lush tail.
“Yes, just like that. Can’t you feel it? Our connection”, she whispered as he let his fingers caress her fur.
No, he couldn’t. All he could feel was fear and strange trepidations. She was massive, and clearly not-human here, but there was something in the air, which couldn’t help but arouse him. He could smell her. Her womanly parts, that is. Her smell was strong, stronger than anything he had ever experienced. Perhaps it was because he had never been with a girl before, but he wondered if it was normal. It was so pervasive that he felt as if he was getting a little light-headed, as if he was drunk, or high. Was it the connection she was talking about? Or just all his blood rushing to his penis.
“Yes you do” she continued on with her soft, incredibly deep, voice, looking at him and his traitorous member, which had engorged himself more than ever without him even noticing. “I saw you were a little confused, but now your body can’t deny our connection. Go on, Alexander, seal our union…”
As she said that, she lifted her tail, which had been so lush and large that it had hidden her pussy. That thing was humongous. It didn’t look like a woman’s, at least none Alex had seen in porn. But somehow he doubted it looked like a horse one. It was something unique, something which he needed to touch, to caress. Before he knew it, he was delicately grazing it, earning moans and neighs as a reward. His dick was painful now, as if it needed some measure of release, or perhaps because it felt he would soon cease to be a virgin.
“Enter me, my stallion” she ordered him, and his body moved to obey her command.
A part of Alex screamed and tried to refuse. He couldn’t just fuck a woman he had just met, no matter what bullshit – horseshit? – she believed in it. He wasn’t some destined lover or anything like that. He was far too small to please her truly anyway! Her vagina, as she was laying in the bath as much as her horse body allowed it, was level with his head! He’d have had to climb her, to try and take hold of the firm muscles of her rump, put his feet on her long gracious legs to try to do as she asks, for God’s sake. It was just utter madness, and the fact that he had immediately done as he was told was the worst of it all.
Climbing a living being is far harder than doing so on a tree or a wall, or anything inanimate, really. The Lady shifted and moved and chuckled and shivered when he touched her in places which were surprisingly ticklish. It was the strangest experience of his life, really. He didn’t know why he was doing it, what sort of craziness had befallen him but Alex really couldn’t help himself. He climbed the elephantine body, marveling at the power he could feel in her every muscle, each of which was probably more powerful than his whole body.
Finally, he reached what he hoped would be the most appropriate position. He laid his upper body on her back, positioning his feet on her upper legs and his penis toward the entrance of her very hungry womanly cave. Her tail was kind of in the way, waving and sometimes hitting him, but its long hairs were surprisingly soft and they didn’t hurt him at all, something he was happy about. He didn’t want their first time to be violent or hurtful for anyone. Wait, first time? His mind tried to rebel. He didn’t want to have more time with the Lady, right?
His doubts and questioning disappeared when he entered her. He had expected… he didn’t know what he had truly expected. Perhaps something so large his member, even as painfully hard as it was now, would just be unable to satisfy her. He had been supposing that her vastness down there would make it extremely hard to satisfy considering their size difference. But instead, he felt his member stopped by some sort of membrane. He frowned and groaned and pushed and suddenly, he felt it breaking, as something hot covered his dick.
“YES!” she screamed, half neighing really, as her whole body trembled, almost sending him falling – Alex had to grip extra firmly to her back, groping her short fur, her dense skin. “Keep going, my dear!” she ordered him as he struggled to get back into position. “Satisfy me, fill me up! We were meant for each other and now you need to give yourself to me!”
Alex went into overdrive. He couldn’t tell what she had done to him, but he felt a burning fire raging inside him, forcing him to act more like a wild beast than a man. He fucked her without stop or respite, letting her scream and moan and he stopped only when he had released his seed inside of her several times. He dropped from her, falling into the bath. He barely had the energy to get up and avoid drowning in the far deeper body of water than he had expected. He breathed raggedly and his body ached, as if he had overexerted himself.
“Wonderful, truly perfect” whispered Souraya, turning her face toward him, looking somewhat red and yet with a dreamy expression on her face. “You were incredible, my Alexander… I’m so happy you are my One. I’ll take care of you in a few moments, you need to rest a little, I know it. But right now, wouldn’t you want to wash me? I want to feel your hands on me.”
Alex opened his mouth but then closed it. With a groan, he got up and walked toward her. He didn’t want to do it, his whole body was exhausted. But he picked a soap and a brush and he started washing her. It seemed it took him hours during which he toiled on her horse-like body, while she took care of her human half. Finally, he collapsed, absolutely unable to do anything more. The last thing he remembered as his consciousness drifted away was her large fingers descending and caressing his torso, as her deep voice sang softly.
* * *
“Wait, I really can get outside?”
“Of course love” chuckled the Lady – Souraya. “I wouldn’t want you to feel as if you’ve been abducted or deprived of your freedom. I want you to be happy and feel loved, Alexander But…”
“But?” he pressed her on, as her voice trailed off – in the last two days, he had realized that he couldn’t refuse her anything – he didn’t believe that because he was her destined one, and more so because her kind had this effect on humans they got a fancy on. “What do you want me to do?”
“Nothing too crazy but… among my people, especially among important families like mine, it is custom that the weaker partner wear a sort of… I’d say protective gear when he goes outside, with or without his superior lover” she explained, sounding quite serious. “Just like single centaurs do.”
“Wait, you want me to…. To what? Wear a veil or something?”
“Well, yes. You wouldn’t want me to be ashamed, right? Wouldn’t you want to please me, my Alex?”
She leant forward, revealing the pieces of clothes she had in her hands, and he shuddered. He couldn’t say no to her, and it made him both sad and strangely ecstatic. He looked at her and felt his dick hardening. If it was what she wanted, who was he to say no to her?
Word Count: 4070
Added: 03/17/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter 3: The Wood Elf
Marc was the outdoor type. The kind of guy who could spend days or weeks in the countryside, doing nothing but walking around, exploring the hills and forests and lakes… Sadly, as much as he liked it, other peoples didn’t seem to do, and they had elected to have colleges in large cities only, which left him bereft of his natural ecosystem to endure the dreadful grey of the town as he completed his studies. Worst of all, he lived in a town where parks were few and far between, and rather small to boot. There was really one large enough to stroll around in the morning, the Nicolas Pollock Park.
And usually, when he walked here, he was alone and allowed himself some relaxing time, often communing with the trees. But today, he felt as if there was a presence, something – or someone, who was looking at him, always in his back. He felt a little worried. He knew there were a lot of monsters who liked to roam the woods after all, and while he was supposed to be safe, protected by the law, he knew it wouldn’t amount to much, considering how isolated he was here. He decided that playing it cool was probably the best way to act.
“You know, I love to be alone in the parks, but honestly, it’s also great to share it with someone” he said aloud, doing his best to sound relaxed.
“Really? I wasn’t sure you’d like it” replied a voice which surprised Marc.
It didn’t sound monstrous – or even threatening – and that’s what startled him. He had been half expecting silence as his only answer, or perhaps a terrible growl, coming from something with far too many teeth for his liking. Instead, it was clearly a feminine voice which had answered him. Turning around slowly, as if to not show weakness – or not frighten the girl, he couldn’t tell, he was met with a stupendous sight. The girl had long, flowing, blond hair, clear blue eyes and a modest but still appreciable bust. And two pointy ears.
She was an elf. A Wood Elf, judging by her green clothes, even if she had apparently traded their usual leaves and hide garments for something more modern, which gave her, somehow, a wilder look. He had to admit she was stunning, with a perfect face and all, but he was now very nervous. Elves were tall. Not freakishly tall like trolls or ogres, of course, but tall enough that he was a little too conscious of his frail body looking at her. She couldn’t have been less than 2m35 (7 feet, 7 inches) and probably even a tad taller than that, and it was enough that his 1m78 (5 feet, 8 inches) started to feel a tad too small for his taste.
“You come here often” she stated –it was certainly not a question, not with the way she looked at him, putting a strand of hair behind one ear and smiling, before taking a slow step forward.
“I do” he admitted unmoving – he felt that she wasn’t as much of a danger as he had been afraid off – elves weren’t known for being the most dangerous of the monster girls, after all. “It’s kind of the only place in the city where I can connect with the world around me, if you get what I mean.”
“I do” she also stated, like an echo of him, approaching at her slow pace, smiling so much now that Marc blushed a little. “And usually I’m the only one here who seems to care about this patch of grass. So I can’t tell you how happy I am to have met you. The name Leliae, by the way.”
“I’m Marc” he said, extending his hand when she crossed the required distance for them to shake hands. “I’m happy to meet you Leliae, because I too care about this patch of grass.”
He was grinning now. He could tell he was meeting a sort of kindred spirit. He was happy it was a Wood Elf he was with. Dark Elves were said to be a little too sadistic for his tastes, and he would have been deemed far too plain for haughty High Elves. Wood Elves were among the closest “monsters” which integrated with humans. Only Dwarves and Halflings were more common, because they were basically human-sized anyway, and harder to recognize at first glance for who they were, which allowed them to avoid much of the discriminations or fears which benighted other monsters.
“It is nice to meet someone like you, Marc” she replied, engulfing his hand with her far larger one – he then realized that even for her size, her hand was a lot longer than it should have – her fingers seemed especially strong, agile and possessing an incredible length. “Would you mind walking with me, a little?” she asked him, releasing his hand.
“Of course not! I have nothing to do this morning anyway! Do you want to stay here, in the wooden portion of the park, or do you want to go to the lake?”
“Hum… around here first, I think?” she said, hesitating and tilting her head, as she considered her options. “I’m also free this morning, so I should be able to do both, no?”
And so they did, and Marc had to admit that it had been a very pleasant morning. They had talked about their love for trees and everything green, the way they could feel young and incredibly safe near a great oak tree or a fir which had endured a lightning bolt and yet still stood, firm and alive when a human or an elf would have been felled by such a shock. They laughed and when they parted ways at the end of the morning, Marc realized that he wanted to meet Leliae once more. But the next few days, he wouldn’t be able to, because she was nowhere to be found.
“Leliae? Are you here?” he asked one day, when he felt as if something was indeed looking at him – but it wasn’t a beautiful elf which came out of the brushes.
A wild boar dashed out of it and stopped when he noticed him. Marc had frozen still, unsure of what to do. Out in the countryside, he was able to pick up the trail that those kinds of beasts left behind when they walked, ate and slept. But here in the city, beyond the occasional rumors which he had dismissed as pure fantasy – something he was now loath to do – he hadn’t imagined he could meet one. And this particular specimen wasn’t especially remarkable. He wasn’t especially large for instance, and his tusks weren’t too long – but he was big and menacing enough.
The tense stand-off came to an abrupt end when the beast decided that he was a threat and charged right at him. Marc’s reflexes kicked in and he was able to avoid the first charge. But only by so much and he lost his footing a mere second after that, falling on his belly just as he heard the boar grunt as he turned around. Marc pushed on his arms but he knew he wouldn’t be quick enough to get up and avoid the second charge. He was truly in danger. Then something came from the trees and he heard the boar scream.
It wasn’t pain so much as fear he heard and a moment later, the beast was gone. Marc looked around, cautiously. If something had been able to make an angry boar run for its life so easily, it didn’t mean he was safe at all. Quite possibly, the beast had recognized a predator and whatever could scare a boar like that was a threat to him too. Then, he noticed the arrow in the ground, protruding from it at a sharp angle. A second later, a thud behind him revealed the presence of the archer. He knew it was her before he even turned around.
“Leliae!” he yelled, feeling relief wash over him. “You… I think you just saved my life!”
“I think you’re right, Marc. And I think I deserve a reward” she added with a huge grin, but before Marc could tell her that he’d do anything for her, she moved her right hand swiftly and he found himself losing consciousness because of a little cloud of purple dust.
When he woke up, he found himself someplace strange, he couldn’t recognize. He batted his eyelids and tried to get up, but found himself to be attached – and naked. He started to have a very bad feeling about it. Leliae had kidnapped him, that much he was certain, but why? They had been friends, she had saved his life and now he was to be sacrificed in some strange ritual on an altar? Come to think of it, he realized that said altar was incredibly soft and comfortable, and, looking at the edge of his vision, he realized he was on a bed.
“You’re finally up. I was afraid I had used too much powder, but I’m not used to humans of this era. You were often sturdier in ages past” said a voice he recognized as Leliae’s.
Marc twitched and tried to look toward the voice, but he couldn’t see her. He could hear, however. She was singing in elvish, doing… something. He couldn’t quite tell what, however, not from his position, but sometimes he heard as if some liquid was boiling or gurgling, surprising him. Finally, she came into his view, and he gasped. Gone was the casually dressed Leliae. In her place stood a regal looking woman, whose dress, which seemed made of sewn petals, was adorned with such gleaming gems that the young man felt particularly ridiculous – until he remembered he was naked and then he was ashamed.
“What’s happening?” he stuttered, his voice far too high pitched for his taste, but he couldn’t suppress the shaking in it – maybe he would die today!
“Nothing you should be afraid of,” she said gently, caressing his hair with the back of her hand, which was both gentle and a little frightening, considering his position. “It’s nothing I haven’t done dozens of times with humans, and all of them quite loved it. You see, we Elves are few and far between, especially Wood Elves so… so to preserve our lineage, we have to search for suitable mates around the world. And I happen to like humans the most out of all the potential suitors.”
“But we haven’t even gone on a true date yet!” he blurted, which made her pause, look at him and laugh uncontrollably, which was mildly irritating.
“We don’t need to date, silly. It’s really something you humans love to do, but I don’t see the point in that. We are attuned to the natural world, both of us. So you should know that animals mate quickly and rarely embarrass themselves with long preliminaries – except birds, but, frankly, they are vainglorious little things!”
Even as she talked, she continued to caress his body, as she turned around what could only be a large bed, he realized. He wasn’t sure he liked it very much. This Leliae was acting quite differently from the one he had met. She seemed a lot more mature, if not downright cougar-like, and he realized that he had probably made a mistake. He had assumed she was his age, or barely older, but in truth, she may have been hundreds of years old, perhaps even more than that. All tales talked about how long Elves lived after all – and he knew other folktales, some he dreaded.
“Will I… will I get back to my home after a hundred years or more have passed there?” he asked her, shaking and almost crying now.
“What? Oh! No! No, no, no! Nobody does that anymore thankfully. It was very evil, really. Plus… well, we are at my home in your world anyway, because you have no idea of the paperwork needed on the other side to make sure you humans continue to believe that you can’t cross over” she added mischievously, grinning and then, without further warning, grasping his half-erect dick in her hand, making him gasp.
He had opened his mouth to answer to her and it had been exactly what she wanted. In a flash, he felt something being pressed into it, and a dense liquid invaded it, forcing him to gulp it down or drown. It tasted delicious, he realized, and it was a little as if he was drinking lightning in a bottle. Energy surged into him and he felt all his fear and worries and everything, really, disappear. His mind became a muddled place, where thinking was hard, and thinking coherently even harder. All he knew was that there was a receptive female here and he needed to mate with her.
Leliae seemed satisfied by the results of her portion. She laughed and stroked his dick and he grunted, when he became harder than he had ever been – but it was certainly not painful at all. All he wanted was to have her descend on him now. To rut, to mate with Leliae like a wild beast. She didn’t seem so eager now, however, considering him as if she was waiting for something. Then Marc felt the changes in his body. He slipped out of the restraints he had had around his ankles and wrists but not because he had broken them down, he was shrinking!
Not everywhere however. His dick was growing, by a lot. It was almost as if she was taking his size, but when he should have been terrified, all he cared about was the smell of Leliae’s obvious arousal which washed over his nostrils. The more he shrank, the less he was able to think at all, until he was reduced to a mindless ape, a gremlin with a body the size of a toddler but sporting a dick which was more a baseball bat than anything else. And over him stand the brilliant figure of the wood elf woman, who grinned and seemed quite satisfied.
She didn’t even remove her clothes. She simply picked him up, lifted her dress, revealing a naked, hairless and extremely vast vagina, one he would have never been able to fill at all hadn’t she enlarged his dick at the cost of his size and inserted him inside of it, letting out a long, thunderous moan, which drove Marc into a frenzy. He shook his hips helplessly, trying to make his rod move, but he was far too small and held far too tightly by Leliae’s hand. And then he felt something being clasped around his waist, and her fingers left him.
Then she let her dress fall back in place and Marc found himself surrounded by a sort of pink darkness. Not that he minded or even truly noticed it. He was too busy trying to mate with the elven woman, but his body was far too weak to be able to make his dick move. And he didn’t need to. Powerful muscles deep inside Leliae started to work and they were the one which made him move, sending incredible pleasure into his brain. He came in a veritable torrent and even as he emptied his balls, he felt his body going into overdrive to replace them. He’d be able to fertilize her a thousand times over before it was finished, probably.
Not that he was able to think about any of that then. His mind simply went blank as he was used by Leliae as a tool more so than a mate. She had turned him into a living sex toy, basically, and if he had been able to consider it, he’d have been horrified. But as he was, his dick being sucked on by the elf’s pussy, he couldn’t even feel anything but pleasure and the desire to release more of his cum than he had ever done. And he did just that with application, grasping her flesh as best he could and even bit it, earning a loud moan from far above.
“Oh yeah, I chose wisely! Seridnae and her love of Halflings! They are good for nothing! Humans are really the good stuff!”
During the next few hours, it was the longest sentences he heard coming from the towering form of the elf woman. She mostly grunted and screamed and moaned. And he did the same of course. It wasn’t until he found himself incredibly tired and the enormous dick he now sported went limp that he started to get back his mind. And just then, he felt the long fingers of Leliae grasping him and unclasping whatever contraption had kept him in place. He shuddered and felt suddenly extremely cold and weak, and he wondered if he’d die like that.
“Hey, are you okay? I don’t want to have to send you back like that to your home, I’d feel extremely bad, you know” she drawled, looking at him from far above.
“I don’t know?” he replied. “I’ve never been shrunk and used for sex for hours on end, before.”
“Not hours, days” she corrected him, smiling and sitting next to him, her size forcing his reduced body to lean toward her. “But don’t worry, I took the liberty of making sure everyone believed you were sick at home, it should be fine. And if it isn’t, I count on you to not… let out most of what happened, okay?”
Marc’s heart had skipped a heartbeat when he had heard that he had spent days attached to the Wood Elf. Was she mad? She couldn’t believe that telling people that he had been sick enough to not appear anywhere could work. From when did she come? Nowadays, such an absence could only mean that he was either gravely sick, possibly on the verge of dying, or doing something incredibly illegal. Did elves live so long that a few days were nothing to them? Marc’s head was starting to hurt and he simply closed his eyes and groaned.
“Don’t worry, in a few minutes, you should be able to drink the antidote for the first potion I gave you. With that, you should be able to get back to your life. Well, mostly. I doubt any puny human female will ever be able to compete with what I gave you, right? If it helps, you were one of the most impressive specimens I ever mated with!”
He wasn’t sure it’d be true. The sensations he had experienced were so different from anything he knew that he couldn’t compare it to sex – not that he was an experienced lover to begin with. Still, Marc said nothing, both because he was too tired right now, and because he hoped that remaining silent would end this madness faster. Leliae didn’t seem in a rush however. She patted her belly and whispered things in elvish, which to his ears sounded a lot like a prayer or some sort of song for unborn children, which he found a little creepy.
“Just so you know, gestation can take a long time, by your standards, so you won’t see the baby – or babies if you are spectacularly lucky for a few years – and neither will you see me. If I don’t return to my home, they’d be born as half-elves. In our planes, we have ways to weed out the human heritage to make sure they are full-blooded elves.”
“That’s a little disgusting” he grumbled as he finally managed to sit, using far too much energy to do something like that. “It’s just pure eugenics, isn’t it?”
“Probably” she admitted, sounding totally unbothered by it. “But it’s how it is in the Elven Realm, you know. We don’t mix too much, too much bad blood between the Kin and the High and Dark Elves… and we all live long enough to remember the first slights!”
“How old are you, actually?” he asked her, looking up and up at her beautiful body, which was towering over his reduced form so much.
“Well”, now that’s she started, but she fell silent just as he gasped – he had been eying her and had had to admit that she was super sexy, and now he was as hard as a rock again, and he felt his balls bulging, pumping out sperms faster than ever.
“By the Great Seeds! It shouldn’t affect you still…” she mumbled, but Marc could see a glint in her eyes he didn’t really like. “But it’d be a great shame for me to not make use of it…”
She assaulted him and he found himself pinned on the mattress by her superior size and strength. He did try to resist this time, because his mind wasn’t clouded, but it was useless, and in a matter of seconds, she had inserted his overgrown dick inside of her, making them both moan and shiver in unison. And then she started to move. It was a lot less comfortable than before, since he had to endure her whole weight, which was almost crushing, but he did his best and was rewarded by a feeling of power when Leliae was the one to scream in savage pleasure.
“Don’t slow down!” she screamed, even as she was the one who shook her hips and gyrated like a madwoman, almost threatening to tear Marc’s dick off his weakened body. “Don’t slow down! Don’t slow down, don’t slow down!”
All Marc could do was groan. Now it was an unforgettable experience, and the more he released his jizz inside of Leliae, the more he wanted to do that, again and again and again. She was so big, so beautiful, he couldn’t get enough of her, even if she had kidnapped him, drugged him and turned him into a sex toy. He knew it was sick, but he couldn’t help it. He let out a loud yell of pleasure when he let out another torrent of cum inside of her and was rewarded by a feeling of overflowing, as if her insides couldn’t take him anymore.
“Yes, take that!” he yelled, grinning like a madman. “I’m too much for you to handle alone, little girl! You’d better find someone else!”
Leliae didn’t seem able to answer anything to what he was saying. She was moaning uncontrollably and managed to get out of him, falling on the mattress and gasping, apparently overwhelmed by the sensations he had unleashed. He felt a strange pride swelling inside of him, as his body started to grow on his own. But strangely enough his dick didn’t lose any of its incredible new girth. He grinned as he reached back his normal size still sporting that monster – and then he grew some more, as Leliae looked at him with adoration in her blue eyes.
He looked down at her, realizing that his body was undergoing great changes. He was turning into a male elf, he guessed. But not one of the vapid and meek ones he had already seen, which didn’t seem interested in anything but philosophical reflections. He looked at a nearby mirror and admired his wild and powerful body. He had no interest in the intricacies of knowledge or anything like that. What he wanted was fertile elves to mate with. He grinned as the one below him looked up and gasped, looking both terrified and aroused to no end.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Leliae. A very, very, bad girl…” he said, savoring the way his voice was more akin to a growl than anything else. “Now, I’ll have to punish you, you know that, right? Don’t worry, it’d be something you’ll like – you and all the other wood elves who think they can come and do whatever they want on Earth!”
He felt so powerful now. The fear and confusion he had felt earlier had entirely disappeared. He wasn’t Marc the human guy anymore, he was truly a Wood Elf, a powerful and strong man, who reeked of sexual power from every pore of his skin. He grinned confidently at himself and descended on the female near him. She was full of his seed already and he turned her around, so he could have his way with her other hole. She protested weakly but he could tell she was overpowered by his sheer presence, and he started to fuck her in the ass.
“I hope you have a large family, dear!” he laughed.
The Harpy
Word Count: 4037
Added: 03/19/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter 4: The Harpy
Jackson sighed and scratched his head. Living in the countryside, he had a rather slow and perhaps boring life most of the time, but he liked it, nonetheless. But for a few years, monster girls were starting to pop here, even in the low hills where he lived. Which left him in quite the conundrum when he had found an enormous egg on his roof. He had heard a loud sound the previous evening but he hadn’t dared get out in the darkness. And now he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of being actually laid an egg larger than his head!
The tiles around were moved all over, and several were even cracked and crushed. The next time it’d rain, he’d be inundated so he had to repair everything before it happened. Thankfully, it was possible for him to do so, since he always owned tiles to make little repairs here and there – living far from most of the great towns around, he needed to. But he had barely started working on it when a large shadow darted overhead. The first time, he didn’t care about it, believing that it was a large bird flying low. But then it happened again and again, growing darker and larger.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!” boomed a feminine voice overhead, startling him and almost making Jackson fall from his roof. “Don’t you dare touch my egg!”
The young man gasped when he noticed who was talking to him. A harpy, and a big one at that! Somehow, people often picture harpies as small little things, looking more like children than adults with bird’s legs and wings. But it wasn’t the case at all for this one. She was big, really big! He wasn’t too knowledgeable in birds, but he suspected that even the largest bird on Earth, the condor, would have looked puny compared to this one, who was circling lower and lower toward his roof, until she landed, breaking more tiles under her weight.
“Hey!” he yelled, a little angry now, partly because of the near fall he had just experienced and partly because she destroyed more of his roof with an utter disregard which was terrifying. “What do you think you’re doing!?”
He got up as the intruder cocked her head a little, not unlike birds often do, and as he did, Jackson realized how tall she was. It was one thing to see her as he was sprawling on his back, his head supported by nothing but empty air, but quite another to stand up and realize that even as she was crouching a little, she was at least three times his size – and while he was by no means a colossus, he wasn’t exactly a shrimp either. And this girl towered over him so much that he suddenly felt extremely vulnerable – but he refused to back down!
“You’re destroying my roof, get out of here! And if you want your egg so much, take it with you, will you?”
She seemed surprised by his little outburst, but said nothing and just looked at him with her strange eyes. They were extremely unnerving he realized; not at all looking like human eyes. The irises were white and the surrounding eyeball was blood red. They looked piercing and extremely sharp and somehow, Jackson almost felt as if he was naked, as she looked at him up and down. He felt a little ridiculous now, she loomed so much over him that he probably couldn’t do anything to her if she didn’t want to.
“You do realize that I’m a harpy?” she finally said, her voice stern and yet somewhat amused. “I land where I want and I do what I want to my landing place. The only one I’d care about would be my nest, but I don’t have one just yet!”
She rose to her full towering height, making him feel more like a toddler than a grown up. She even opened her wings, offering him a clear view of her body. She wasn’t curvy, but she was surprisingly voluptuous… and lightly clad! Her tanned skin flowed into grey and black feathers or the scales of her talons, which looked deadly sharp. She had modest curves but her features were sharp and beautiful, and on a normal girl he would have found them incredibly attractive. As it was, her human appearance was alluring, her avian one frightening, and her size nothing less than imposing.
“So what?” he finally managed to reply, sounding irritated still. “You’re ravaging my roof, I’ll drown the next time it rains. Can’t you nest on a tree or something? And why the hell did you lay an egg on it?”
“Because I wanted to stay here, duh!” she huffed. “And your house seemed nice, far enough from the rest of town and everything. I don’t like towns, the air is polluted and there are electric wires everywhere, I don’t understand how you do to live like that – but then again I’m not crawling on the ground like you do!”
“We don’t have wings!” he groaned – he had heard that flying monster girls were often contemptuous of humans, and it seemed that at least was true. “And it doesn’t mean you can just come here and do whatever you want at my home! It’s my nest, get it?”
Perhaps he shouldn’t have said that. Her body stiffened and her eyes hardened, and suddenly she looked more like a raptor than a girl with wings. She was obviously a lot more muscular than he had first believed, she looked rock-hard now. She took a step forward and it took all of his willpower – and the fact that he was but a step back from free fall – to not move as she loomed closer and closer. He gulped and shivered a little but he held his ground, and to his surprise, it became clear that she appreciated it when she grinned at him.
“I don’t think you realize what you just said, little man.”
Her voice had changed now. It was still stern and powerful but there was also something else which made him shiver and – indeed – realized that he had said something he shouldn’t have. Arousal. Why was that gigantic she-bird aroused now of all times? He couldn’t mistake her grin for anything else but sexual anticipation however, and stuck on the roof as he was, he couldn’t even escape. Jackson gulped hard and tried to put up a good face. Whatever word he had used which somehow started it, he was still in his freaking home and he wouldn’t stand this intruder doing whatever she wished here!
“Yeah, well, perhaps I don’t, but it’s still my home and –“
He was cut off when she took flight, the powerful movement of air her extremely long wings created being enough to force him to close his eyes and, more fatefully, to stagger backward and tumble toward the ground a few meters below. When he had felt his feet leaving the ground he had started to scream but it wasn’t until an enormous talon enclosed his torso and lifted him higher and higher into the sky that he truly yelled, absolutely terrified. He couldn’t do anything but cling to the scaly skin he could see before his eyes as the harpy went higher and higher.
He was as stiff as he could – there was no point in thrashing around, all the good it’d do to him would be that her grip would loosen and he’d fall to his death. And it was something he really didn’t want to happen, naturally. At the same time, a part of him marveled at her strength. She was lifting him and, while neither super tall nor super heavy, he weighed slightly more than would have been good for him, and she didn’t seem to care at all. It was absolutely incredible, as far as he could see, he didn’t weigh more than one of her feathers – not that he was able to focus on it for too long when she started looping in the sky.
That he managed to keep the content of his stomach inside of him was nothing short of a miracle, and when she dived extremely fast toward the ground, he was certain he’d die. But he was softly dropped on the ground as she approached it and she landed loudly next to him after a few seconds. He was gasping, looking up at the enormous female next to him, a mere second before she snugged him, and surprising him once again. Her mouth found his and her tongue assaulted his own – but he was both too shocked and weak to resist her, and he soon responded in kind to her advances, which she seemed to like a lot.
“You know… I haven’t been laying my egg on your roof for nothing” she purred, when she finally was content with their kissing. “I’ve been watching you during the last few days and I’ve really liked what I saw.”
He blinked as she pressed him firmly into the ground. He gasped as her wings tried to explore his body, but it was easier said than done – despite her size and strength, her lack of hands clearly made it hard for her to fondle him. Perhaps he should have been using it to crawl from under her, rush toward his home, bunker in and call the police. But for some reason he couldn’t really explain, he didn’t. Instead, he pushed himself off the ground to kiss her back. It surprised her and she opened her strange eyes, but then they became focused again and she pushed him back and started to snake all over his body, which was a little frightening when her talons came into view.
They proved extremely precise as they tore down his clothes without even doing so much as scratch him. He gasped and she chuckled, biting his lower lip and he realized she had rather large fangs, which drew blood a little. She licked it and she shivered a little in pleasure, but when she twisted her head a little to bite someplace else, he did the same to her ear and the effect was instantaneous. She gasped and started to moan, clearly he had hit the jackpot here, even when he hadn’t been expecting it – he didn’t even know why he was doing that in the first place, he should have called the cops!
“Wait, just wait!” he finally managed to stutter when she started to play with his left nipple. “What do you mean you didn’t put your egg on my roof for nothing? Did you watch me for some time?”
“I was searching for someone to be with, to find a mate with a nest of his own… harpies are all-female, you see? We need to find someone, most often humans, to live with. Some harpies don’t forge strong bonds, but my kind does, so I needed to find someone to whom his house wouldn’t just be someplace to get back at the end of the day, but a real nest, for two lovebirds…”
She stopped talking to resume her nibbling and kissing and fondling, her feathers tickled him and he tensed, shivering as his traitorous body reacted to her tender ministrations, his dick hardening, uncaring about the still frisky spring air in the morning. She stopped for a second, looking at him and grinning, licking her lips in a seductive way. He groaned as he started to buckle his hips, even if he shouldn’t have been doing that. But a part of him had always wanted to meet a monster girl, and now here was one, and it was crazier than anything he had ever expected!
“So when I called my home my nest, you decided that I was the one?” he managed to ask after almost a minute of huffing and kissing.
“Yes” she drooled, locking his torso with her talons, making him twitch. “And I’m loving what I’m seeing now, so less talking, more pleasuring me, little man” she purred, grinning once more.
It was a little insulting and Jackson wanted to revolt against her actions… but she felt too good. And she was too damn heavy for him to lift her from him anyway. How this woman could fly when she weighed enough that his strong back was starting to ache a little was beyond him. She had to have super muscles in her torso to do that. He stopped focusing on it soon enough however when he was put with a breast next to his mouth. He didn’t need any order to know what he had to do now, and truth be told, he hadn’t to be goaded to do so.
It turned out to be firmer than he expected. It wasn’t big, she was by no means flat, this harpy, but she wasn’t the most curvaceous lady out there, he had seen kobolds who sported tits absolutely enormous when he watched TV, sometimes. But her body was strong and solid and all this flying had given her pectorals of steel, which made her breasts stand larger than they were and better able to resist gravity and sagging, even with their modest size – of course they were also modest on her frame, to him they were the largest ones he had even touched, and fondling and kissing them required a lot of focus to not forget a part of them.
His back groaned and his hips did the same as he tried to move to a better position, but he soon realized that the harpy had pinned him down where she wanted him and there was nothing he could do about it. It made him harder than anything and it seemed that she sensed that as she almost cooed. It would have been funny if she wasn’t so damn horny, and if he wasn’t either. He wanted to nibble at her ears again to regain a modicum of control on the situation, but it was a pipe dream, she was too big and too focused on grinding her nether region just above his groin to let him do that.
Their breathing quickened and soon he felt on the verge of release. It would have been a little humiliating to cum like that, without even a penetration. Without even a handjob! She was just pressing on him like that and he was loving it. He moaned and groaned and bit her nipple, which made her shriek, not unlike a great eagle, a sound so piercing it hurt his ears a little, but he kept focusing on her and her tits. She seemed to love it, because her breathing quickened even faster than his. Soon, they’d cum together he realized, and he loved the idea.
“Yes, keep working your little tongue and your teeth on me” she moaned, her voice dripping with carnal pleasure. “I love it! You’re just a perfect little man, perfect for what I want and what I need!” she continued, her voice growing heavier with pleasure as he did as he was told.
They kept at it for quite some time, until he finally came. Outside of her. But it didn’t seem that she minded, she continued to press herself into him, almost painfully on his now hyper-sensible penis. But there was nothing he could do to stop her, she was just too tall. Her torso alone was almost twice as tall as he was, and while she was surprisingly light for her size, which was a necessity for her to fly, she was still too damned heavy for him to do anything but follow her whims. And currently she had obviously more of mating in mind.
He did too, and in a matter of seconds he felt her shifting and while her feathers came swiftly over his dick, he realized that she had some sort of fingers, or at least prehensile abilities with her wings, and was able to pump him a little, in a softer way than fingers would have, as far as he could compare. And when he was at full mast once more, it became clear that she expected more than him letting his seed out like that. He was squinting a little through the pleasure that he felt thanks to her ministrations but he steeled himself for what was to come – he needed to preserve his hips to pleasure her as best he could.
When he entered her, he gasped and bit his lips, tensing all over. He hadn’t been expecting it at all. In spite of her size, she was surprisingly tight down there, and her pussy clamped on him, making him moan and shiver as she started to move up and down on him. And he didn’t slip out of her, she clamped down on his whole body with her legs, making him worried because of how sharp her talons were. But she seemed to make enough of an effort to prevent him from being hurt that he stopped caring about any of that and focused on what he had to do : make love to her.
It turned out to be rather easy. She seemed to be extremely sensitive there and their most minute moves drove her wild, something he appreciated. It was perhaps dumb, but he had the impression that he could satisfy this giantess, and it was already enough for Jackson to at least endure the madness which was engulfing his life. She propped herself a little, straddling him now. Her full weight pressed on his pelvis and he hissed a little but the Harpy didn’t care at all. She was too lost in her pleasure, and to be frank, he was starting to lose it also. She was really stimulating him far more than he had ever expected.
“Yes, just like that!” she boomed, as she accelerated her gyrations, leaving him panting and wincing painfully, as his body started to reach his limits. “You’re just the right size for me, little man! I just love it! Yes! Keep pleasuring me some more!”
Even if he had wanted to do anything else, Jackson couldn’t have, but as it was, he was lost in a haze of pleasure and couldn’t care about anything else but pleasuring her some more. Even if he could do very little – even shaking his hips a little was hard – he was able to keep together; he didn’t want to cum and then go limp with her right now. He had to show off that he was worth something in bed – all the while he wondered why he felt that way, since he didn’t even know the name of the Harpy who was sexually assaulting him, on his doorstep no less!
As it was, it seemed he was managing it. Her breathing quickened and soon her moans stopped, her mouth being agape but silent. She only hasped from time to time and he saw her eyes roll in their sockets. She tilted her head backward and he couldn’t see anything of it for some time but she didn’t slow down her move and he had to bite his own lips till he drew blood to not cum right here, right now. He succeeded and he was never as proud as then, because it took all he had in him to not release his sperm inside of the Harpy.
She lifted her wings above her head, and they formed a great arch of feathers, which was probably very visible, even to his distant neighbors, and then she shrieked, as her whole body contracted, including her pussy which pressed painfully on Jackson’s dick. He gasped and lost it too, silently, as he ejaculated inside of her. He couldn’t tell how long this peak of pleasure lasted; long enough that he felt extremely drained afterward, but short enough that he knew that with but a few minutes of respite, he could go at it again.
When their conjoined orgasm was over, the Harpy let herself fall on the poor man on the ground. By luck or design, it wasn’t her breasts which fell on his face, but her underboobs. Even if her tits weren’t that big on her, they were quite large compared to him and he would have probably suffocated to death under those right now, considering that she was weakly shivering and moaning even as she lay still on him. As it was, her breasts touched the ground and with his nose being a little painfully pressed on by her torso, he was still able to breathe relatively easily.
They remained like that long enough for Jackson to feel the afterglow of sex dissipate and the rough ground started to make it painful to stay here. Even if he took care of his home and its surroundings, the ground near it wasn’t made to fuck like they had just done and certainly not to stay on his back for long periods of time afterwards. Even if his torn clothes protected his back a little, it was getting very uncomfortable and the young man tried to make the Harpy move. But try as he may, he wasn’t able to make her move from her resting position on top of him.
Finally, she lifted herself from the ground and from him. The air felt strangely cold now, especially around his dick, which was released with obvious reluctance from the both of them. It had gone a little limp already and the coolness he felt made it shrivel fast. Jackson licked his lips, doing his best to ignore the sensations and focus on what was about to happen. He was certain the Harpy would now fly off and leave him alone, panting and a little sullied by what had just happened. It proved that then he didn’t know much about monster girls, especially harpies.
“Do you have a shower? I need to get cleaned” she said to him in an absolutely ridiculously calm voice, as if she hadn’t assaulted him and basically raped him. “I mean, I guess you walking people like to keep the dust on you and what not, but us noble harpies don’t, you see!”
He blinked and looked incredulously at her. She lifted one of her talons and let it fall next to his torso. He noticed quite well how it went into the solid ground as if it was soft butter and he gulped. He jumped on his feet, gathered his rags and dashed toward his entrance door, gesturing for the giantess to follow him – a good thing that he had his shower at ground level, and not up there at the first floor, he realized, she’d had ravaged his stairs with her talons! As it was, she’d probably just destroy the shower.
“Hum… excuse me miss, but I think you’ll need me to make my shower work, with your feathers and all… it’s not a problem right?”
“Why would it be? A nest’s meant to be shared, little man” she huffed as she suddenly took a large step to come just behind him and put her wings around him. “Plus, you’re mine now and forever, so you’d better get used to sharing everything with me, otherwise I may get angry. And I don’t think you want me to get angry, dear.”
“What? You want to stay here with me? But…”
“Men really are dumb” she huffed, interrupting him rather rudely. “My kind of harpy mate for life, little man. We mated, so you’re my husband until one of us dies. I’d rather you live long with me, because… because I like your looks and you are clearly gentle” she said, blushing in the most candid fashion. “But if you act like a dumb idiot, I’d have no qualms about shredding you to tears!” she finished, her voice now a growl.
“Oh, uh… yeah, of course, silly me” he chuckled weakly, trying to hide his fear and confusion. “I… I’m Jackson by the way, what’s your name? I think I should know it since we’ll live together from now on.”
“It’s Cardalia” she replied after a moment, her voice becoming softer. “Now come Jackson, I need you in the shower with me… I want to do more than getting cleaned” she finished with a grin.
The Golem
Word Count: 3942
Added: 03/21/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter 5: The Golem
When Marty opened his door that morning, he hadn’t expected to be met by a wall of bricks. It was so surprising that it took him well-nigh ten seconds to realize someone wasn’t pranking him with a dumb wall easy to push or destroy. No, it was far more terrifying than that. When he looked down, he noticed the large feet, which also seemed to be made of clayey material, but clearly moving. It didn’t take being a genius to understand that it was a damn golem. And he suspected he knew which one, and he wasn’t liking it too much.
He had met her the previous day. She had clearly been confused, standing in the middle of the town square, towering over everyone. Monster girls were rare in this somewhat backwater town, and he had liked that; he had read too many stories about problematic overgrown female creatures abusing their size on the smaller humans around them. But this one was clearly being bullied, as she stood around, confused and unmoving. Young kids were throwing stuff at her, attempting to reach up to her large bosom, which he had found a little disgusting. That’s why Marty had barged in and ordered the kids to stop.
They hadn’t talked, but he had noticed that the emotionless face of the golem had seemed to take an interest in him, but he hadn’t stayed near her to be sure of it. Marty had expected that his intervention wouldn’t interest the golem for more than an instant, but clearly he had been wrong. The colossal creature, which dwarfed his parent’s home by a large margin, was standing there, waiting for something – or probably someone, him. He gulped, frightened, but he knew he had to do something. His parents didn’t like the idea of monster girls and they’d ask him to get her out of the way, anyway.
“Excuse me? Miss? Could you… move a little? We can’t get out of our house” he shouted, hoping that she wouldn’t misinterpret his words – golems were prone to doing that, as far as he knew.
But it seemed it worked, since she took a step back. A ground-shaking step, which was enough to rattle Marty’s bones. How much did this creature weigh? It had to be several hundred tons! Of course she was super tall, nearly twelve meters tall, but she shouldn’t have been able to make the ground shake like that surely? It was obvious that the clay parts of her body weren’t the only ones weighing far more than a human’s body would have. He gulped when he noticed that she was looking straight at him, her face as emotionless as it had been the day before.
“Thank you” he said slowly, unsure of what to do now, as she stood there and looked at him. “Uh… can I help you? I mean, I don’t know why you came here and all but…” he continued, stopping when she lifted one of her enormous, clay-like hands. “Yes?”
She didn’t seem to want to speak for a moment and Marty even started to feel dumb. But just as he was opening his mouth to speak, the golem suddenly moved with blistering speed. One moment, her hand had been far up in the air, the second it was closing all around him, sealing his movements and his voice in an air-tight prison he had no hope of escaping from. A sudden wave of terror washed over the young man, so powerful that he could find the energy to scream, even when the hand opened and he was face to face with the monster girl’s beautiful orange eyes.
“What. Is. Your. Name?” she asked, surprising him both by the fact she spoke at all and the words she said.
Sadly, Marty was too shocked to answer and all he could do was look at her in disbelief. His mouth opened and closed but he was unable to say even one word. Slowly, the golem girl frowned and tilted her head on the side, as if she was thinking about what to do. Just as the young man felt he was starting to get his emotions under control again, she seemed to reach a conclusion. A decisive nod and suddenly he was free falling toward those humongous breasts of tanned flesh which seemed to be held in place firmly by her castle-like body parts.
To his extreme surprise, her tits were quite soft, not at all the unyielding substance he had half expected them to be. He blushed and felt his blood rushing toward his lower regions, to his great shame. He bit his lips and tried to get up, but he couldn’t find any purchase on those enormous knockers, which seemed quite oversized now that he was on them. It was almost as if they were somewhat wet-clay, not clutching to his fingers but still making it hard to balance himself on it, even as he tried to at least sit, to berate – or more probably talk to – the giantess.
“Do. You. Like. Them?” suddenly asked the golem, again surprising him.
“What?”
“My. Breasts. Do. You. Like. Them?” she repeated, looking at him with that emotionless face which was so strange that it was also unnerving.
“Uh… yeah?” he replied, more because he felt it was what she wanted to hear than anything else.
“You. Do. Not. Sound. Convinced. Let. Me. Help. You.” she stated, and suddenly she shook her bosom.
Marty tumbled toward the cleavage of the golem and fell into it. To his stupor, he didn’t fall through it toward the ground however. It seemed that the golem’s breasts were large enough that they collided together and prevented a deadly fall for him. Sadly he had more pressing matter – quite literally because, through some means he couldn’t fathom, the golem was pushing her breasts together, putting him in a pinning embrace. He tried to prevent the walls of clay-like flesh pushing on him with his hands but it was of course impossible for him to do so.
He was also still a young man of course, and being surrounded by boob-flesh was obviously quite exciting. He blushed but it wasn’t the only part of him where his blood rushed. He licked his lips. Would it really be a bad idea for him to give in a little? For starters, probably nobody would ever know about it. And it seemed the golem girl wanted him to take pleasure in what she was doing, probably? Wouldn’t it be better to satisfy her faster so she’d leave? His young mind, full of hormones, was starting to really lose it because of the situation he was in.
Suddenly the breasts slightly parted away and a ray of sunshine fell on him, before it was blocked by the head of the golem girl who was looking at him. Her face was still inexpressive but Marty had the impression that she was wondering why he wasn’t doing something. He smiled and tentatively caressed the inside of each tit, hoping that it’d do it. It seemed it was the case because she nodded slowly and stopped looking at him. He sighed in relief, it was really strange to be looked at while doing… whatever he was trying to do.
The clay-like flesh was really unique, he now realized. It was hard and pliant like a normal boob was – at least he believed it was, Marty hadn’t much experience with tits. Or girls in general. But it was also not like flesh in the strangest of ways, feeling more like something he could mold if he wanted to – or if he had the time and patience necessary for it. But it wasn’t something he was too interested in. He was far too impressed by what he was able to do right now, which was caressing her. It wasn’t as if he was in public right?
He hesitated a moment or two and then he kissed the breast on his right. It was nothing more than a quick kiss, putting his lips on the tit and then removing them quickly. But as he removed his mouth from it and licked his lips, he realized that the golem girl’s flesh tasted surprisingly good. He did not hesitate to kiss it again, and this time he was more voracious, opening his mouth a little to lick and nibble at it. He was so focused on it for the next minute that he only realized she was moving around when he heard a loud honk from somewhere far below, and a muffled one at that!
He started to panic now. Was she abducting him? If she did, who could stop her but the army? And wouldn’t they have to use tanks and copters and the like? He’d probably die because of it! Fear washed over poor Marty’s whole body and mind. He had never been a brave lad, and even growing up hadn’t really helped in that department. He felt his eyes filling up with tears and he hated himself for it, but there was absolutely nothing he could do to prevent it. He tried to slap at the enormous boulders around him, hoping to at least elicit a reaction.
And at that, he succeeded. The golem girl kept walking, she perhaps even increased her pace. But she also pushed her breasts apart to look at him. No matter how confused and angry and afraid he was, he couldn’t find the will to muster his voice to give shape to his feelings. It was so frustrating, he felt as if he was even smaller than he truly was. He may as well have been ant sized and he wouldn’t have been able to do less than he was right now. Still, it seemed that his obvious distress actually served him as the giantess frowned and then slowed her walking.
“You. Seemed. Distraught.” She stated matter of factly, with that voice of her which seemed devoid of all emotions. “Am. I. Frightening. You? This. Is. Not. My. Intention.” She continued, looking at him with her orange eyes which, he had to admit were mesmerizing but also unnerving, being so fundamentally inhuman. “Please. Be. Not. Afraid. All. I. Want. Is. To. Protect. You. From. The. Untold. Dangers. Of. The. World.” She explained, which was hardly reassuring for poor Marty; he was clearly in the hands of a demented being and he couldn’t fathom how he’d get out of here!
“Of course I’m distraught!” he suddenly screamed, his voice shrill even to his own ears. “You’re… you’re… YOU’RE ABDUCTING ME!” and then he started to cry like a baby, which should have been ashamed of perhaps but he was truly too shaken and terrorized to care by then.
“I. Am. Not. Abducting. You.” replied the golem girl, whose voice was suddenly sounding a tad more emotional, as if she was sad or worried. “You. Helped. Me. Yesterday. Therefore. You. Are. My. Master.” She added, as if it explained anything at all.
It meant absolutely nothing to Marty. Sure he had prevented the kids from bothering her, and he was certain that the little pervs just wanted to see her bountiful bosom… but it was absolutely ridiculous to say he had helped her! She could have simply waved the boys away, if she had really wanted to make them stop. And even if he had helped her, somehow, it didn’t mean that she could just pick him up and bring him somewhere he didn’t know! She had to understand that he’d try to bolt as soon as she’d drop him on the ground surely?
“I’m not your master!” he tried, shouting as best he could, through his throat which seemed to be constricting itself to prevent him from talking. “I just did what anyone would have done, really! Please, you have to let me go, uh… I don’t even know your name and you don't even know mine!”
“Regarding. My. Name. I. Do. Not. Have. One. Yet. My. Master. Must. Name. Me.” she continued, even as Marty was too shocked to speak again.
That was absolute nonsense! How could such an enormous being not have a name! And he had to pick one? He didn’t even have the right to pick the family goldfish’s name! Still, it was perhaps his only way to make her stop what she was doing and bring him back to his home, safely. He licked his lips, doing his best to suppress the tremor in his body which made his voice shrill and weak. He had to think of something real good, something which sounded strong and powerful and yet gentle, perhaps? Something which didn’t sound too dumb, if possible… there was no telling what would happen if she disliked her name after all!
“Okay, so, uh… I… I name you…” he started, even as he was still frantically searching for something to say – and then he decided to go with his gut’s feeling, not as if he could do anything else at this point. “I name you Adendra!”
“Adendra. I. Like. That. Name.” she replied almost immediately, and he noticed something surprising; her face was starting to look more expressive and even her beautiful eyes started to shine differently from before, as if getting a name had alighted something inside of her and Marty wasn’t certain he had chosen wisely. “I thank you Master!” she said, smiling now.
The change of behavior was as sudden as he was drastic. Suddenly the golem girl – Adendra, he corrected himself, even if it seemed absolutely ridiculous to name her as he had, well, named her – had become able to display real emotions, it seemed. But it didn’t mean she had changed her mind about protecting him, since she didn’t fished him out of her titanic breasts and immediately put him back on the ground. And when he saw how she was beaming at him now, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to convince her, even with those changes!
“Hum, Adendra?” he called her, and she beamed at him, almost giggling. “Could you… you know… bring me back to my home?”
“But you are at home Master,” she chuckled, and he flinched. “You named me, a Golem. It is but the start of my real life and I shall be your protector, your servant and, of course, your home, Master. I am still small, of course, but soon enough I’ll grow tall enough that you’ll be able to live in me. Rooms are growing inside of me as we speak, I can tell it!”
She was mental! That’s what Marty felt, but there was nothing he felt able to do to stop that madness. All he could do was to think frantically of a way to make her change her mind, at least a little. The idea of living inside of her, whatever it meant, wasn’t exactly appealing to him. Sure was sexy and all, but if she had to grow large enough to accommodate him… he’d be as small as an ant compared to her. And what if he wanted to meet someone, a human girl? He wouldn’t be able to bring someone to a busty giantess and tell it was just his house, people would assume he was a pervert of the worst kind!
But it didn’t seem that Adendra was particularly worried about it. She was smiling at him, tenderly now, and clearly waited for him to do something else, perhaps pat her on the head, no matter how ridiculous that idea was. He gulped and tried to muster the will to order her to put him on the ground. If he was his master, surely he could do that? She wouldn’t put him in someplace dangerous or even just not listening to him. He took a deep breath, steeled himself and raised a finger toward the golem’s face, who looked at it quizzically.
“Listen to me Adendra! I… I order you to put me back on the ground! You can’t just abduct me like that!”
If he hadn’t sounded so worried, with his throat still far too tight to be comfortable talking, perhaps he’d have felt more confident about his chances of success. But of course, he was worried and it seemed that the golem wasn’t particularly willing to listen to him now. She frowned, looking a little unhappy now, perhaps even somewhat angry. Did giving her a name had made her more volatile? It seemed it was so and Marty felt a cold sweat run down his back when she glared at him and picked him up swiftly with her large brick-like fingers.
“Master, what are you talking about? Do you want to leave me? It is unacceptable. You need to remain near me at all times, it is my duty to you. I won’t accept anything which goes against that directive, not even an order from you. If you want to leave me alone, then it means I am not taking my duty seriously enough. But I know what to do to convince you to not go away.”
“Wait, what are you doing!” he yelped when she brought him away from the relative safety of her large bosom and started to bring her hand – and thus him – down, toward the region where a pussy would have been on a normal girl, but here he couldn’t see anything but a small wall of bricks.
But the wall seemed to dissipate, as if it had only been a mirage, revealing the very much girly and quite wet pussy underneath. He gasped and yet he was unable to even scream or squeak. His whole body tensed in fear, which probably helped Adendra, who simply shoved him, head first, into her. It was absolutely horrifying and he would have screamed now if his mind and his body didn’t feel as if they had been severed and formed now two different entities. His body seemed to appreciate what was happening to him, maddeningly enough. But his mind was reeling and screaming silently to ask for forgiveness.
He couldn’t tell how long it lasted, perhaps barely a minute or two at the most, perhaps a quarter of an hour. It was absolutely impossible for him to know, considering how Adendra’s hand blotted out the sun. It was maddening and he started to cry and feebly hit the walls of flesh around him, as he was pushed deeper and deeper. But of course, all it did was to excite the golem even more, it seemed. So frightened by all of this, he couldn’t even fathom what outsiders may have been seeing; probably a spectacle which was quite different from anything their small town had ever seen.
Finally, it seemed that even Adendra reached the end of her ability to endure such a stimulation and she came. Her juices flowed all over Marty’s body, coating it, his hair and his eyes, clogging his nostrils and even his mouth. He was terrified that it’d be how he’d died, suffocating inside a giantess he had given a name, somehow. Mercifully, his body reacted on its own and he gulped down the fluids, allowing him to breathe through a painful throat, as his tongue tingled with the strange taste of those love juices. Just as he started to get calmer, he realized that he wasn’t moving anymore and he wondered if it was a good or a bad thing.
He hadn’t much time to consider it however as he was pulled out, dripping and shivering a little, his clothes utterly ruined by both the rough treatment he had endured and the fluids of the golem girl. And as he swayed in the air, precariously held between the brick-like fingers, he realized he wasn’t in Kansas anymore. Monster girls had to come from somewhere, and as he looked around, it was obvious he wasn’t on Earth anymore but instead wherever they came from. It was absolutely terrifying and his mind almost shattered at the idea that he was beyond any hope of salvation now.
He was brought to Adendra’s face, and he was far too weak and broken mentally now to even put up a pretense of a show. Instead he let her look at him, shivering and weeping silently. If he had expected such a sight to change her mind, he was wrong. She was clearly happy with what she had done, since she nodded happily and smiled proudly. He couldn’t fathom why. Perhaps it was true, those stories he had heard about golems always being somewhat defective. But unlike in fictional stories, he couldn’t see how he’d manage to stop her. There was no name he could have partially erased to stop her.
“It seems you won’t try to fly away now master” she boomed, a large grin on her face. “It is good. Now that we have deeply bonded and that you know where your home is, I shall grow to accommodate you as best I can. May my love be strong enough that I become tall enough to protect you from all the dangers of this world and yours, Master!”
If Marty had still entertained delusions about his hopes of escaping back to his former life, they would have been dashed at the very moment he was dropped again on Adendra’s tits, and he saw them ballooning all around him. And they weren’t the only thing growing, of course. The golem girl was growing taller at an alarming rate. In a matter of seconds she had doubled in size and was showing no signs of slowing down. All the young man could do was to lay flat on her enormous tit, hoping that the madness would stop soon enough.
It didn’t. Not until she had reached what was probably two hundred meters tall, at which point Marty’s terror had become so great he doubted it’d ever leave him now. He was weeping softly, silently, as Adendra’s breathing relaxed. He didn’t dare look up when he heard her cheer, her voice booming like thunderclaps, yet not deafening to his ears. Perhaps it was all a bad dream, some demented nightmare he had because he had met a semi-human girl for the first time the day before? But the freezing cold temperature on his body as her fluids solidified told him otherwise.
Finally, he managed to gather enough willpower to see what had happened. Surprisingly enough, he was safe where he was, the golem’s breasts were now so massive compared to him that he couldn’t fall over their edge to his death. He slowly got up and met the gleeful gaze of Adendra, who gestured for him to approach her neck, where a collar-like bit of walls had appeared. There were other changes, a sort of crown had grown on her head, and she looked even more beautiful, almost regal. It was hard to believe he was the master, and in any case, he approached her neck as he was told.
A gate was here, which he pushed. To his surprise, a full room, looking almost out of a Disney movie, was waiting for him, with a large bed with sheets and all, and some torches which gave light without burning any wood. He blinked and turned around, only to see that the door had disappeared. What was happening? As he swirled around once more, he gasped as a three meters tall Adendra stood at the other side of the room, naked, looking fully human now, and clearly eager to try this new bed with him.
“Master, you are in need of some tender love” she beamed, as she approached him and lifted him with ease.
“But… how?” he managed to ask as she carried him to bed.
“It is a servant duty to always take care of her master,” she replied. “Always.”