Fifty Shades of Fairy Tales Omnibus (13 page)

I tilted my head. “Why’s that?”

“
Kama’s dead.” Logan drew closer to the cage and sat on the cold, cobblestone floor beside it. “She was our wife, and she was a diplomat with the Royal Council of Lowland Giants.”

“
Lowland giants?”

He smiled. “That’s us. Mine and Rex’s people. Kama and some others went to have peace talks with the mountain giants, but it ended badly.” His smile dropped and he looked away.

I touched his arm through the bars. “What happened?”

“
She and three others in her traveling party were killed by mountain giants. War scouts were waiting to ambush them.”

I grew more curious and more confused. “How would she expect me to help you?” A ghost had sent me up a beanstalk. This was just too bizarre.

Logan shrugged and his eyes drifted as he lost himself to thought. “I don’t know, little one. I just don’t know.”

I changed the subject then. “So…what do you and your husband plan on doing with me?”

His smile was gleaming, wide, and salacious. “Well, I have a few ideas.”

And at the mention of his ideas, I had one of my own. Judging by his carnal up and down perusal of my generous curves and breasts, my plan to spring this prison just might work.

I tugged my tank top farther down, exposing ripe, round cleavage. “Really? What did you have in mind?”

Part of me wondered what kind of chance I was taking here. After all, who knew what size of penis a giant would be packing. I wasn’t too worried about protection since I was on the pill, and maybe giant’s had condoms. Who knew? It was a risk I was willing to take to get down that beanstalk and back home.

As if reading my mind, he said, “There are some things you should know about a giant first, love.” Through the bars, he brushed my cheek with big, rough fingers. “We’re big everywhere, and we like rough sex games. Are you up for that?”

I swallowed and steeled my courage, jutting my chin and breasts higher. “I can take anything you can give.”

He chuckled at my bold statement. “Well, I’ll go easy on you just the same.”

He opened the cage and stepped inside, then he locked my prison door behind him. My heart sped up as he walked closer to where I stood atop a floor covered in large round cushions.

As he leaned in to kiss me, I asked, “What about protection?”

He pulled back, looking concerned. “Yes, the last thing we’d want is you getting knocked up with a giant baby.” His eyes widened. “I’ve seen what trying to birth one does to a human from below.” He pruned his face and shook his head. “Not pretty.”

I gulped. “No worries there. I’m on the pill.”

He smiled his shark smile as he leaned in again, and I pressed a hand to the deep valley between his pecs. “Then we have nothing to worry about. Giants, you see, don’t have to worry about sexually transmitted diseases. We’re lucky that way. We’re immune.”

I took his word for it, deciding, if I were lucky, maybe I could get the keys off the belt on his breeches and slip this place before we got to third base. Keeping my eye on the golden ring that held my ticket to freedom, I puckered up and took his kiss.

He had to kneel to lick the seam of my lips, which I parted to take his probing tongue inside of me. My small hands spanned his massive shoulders after he shed his shirt, and his huge hands engulfed my waist as he pulled me deeper into the kiss. Our mouths mated in a carnal play of mouths, teeth, and tongue, and I moaned as he suckled my bottom lip.

Neither he or his husband were hard on the eyes, so, really, this was an easy ruse of seduction to pull off. I didn’t mind being mauled by a giant who looked like a cross between Ryan Gosling and a studly wrestler. But it was getting tough to keep my mind on stealing those keys when his hands and mouth were so skilled at manipulating me.

He yanked off his breeches and now kneeled naked before me. I saw just what a fine specimen he was, with all rippling muscle and smooth skin. Thankfully the erection growing between his legs looked manageable too. Thick, veiny, and a brownish pink hue, but not so large I feared it would split me apart. But the downfall to his nakedness was he threw his breeches clear across the cage, and there was no way I’d be reaching the keys until I made some artful maneuvering.

He pushed me back into the nest of pillows, tongue fucking me deeper and harder as he did so. Tiny growls escaped him as he tore off my tank top and shorts. I rarely wore underwear, so now I lay exposed and completely vulnerable before him. Not a shy woman about my thick but firm body, I let his carnal gaze roam over the hills of my breasts. He devoured the sight of my pussy when I spread my legs to show him my glistening labia. I knew they were wet because I could feel the growing dampness of my arousal.

His head dipped to my breast and he teased a nipple between his large, white teeth, pulling it taut while he flicked his tongue over the tip. The peak tingled and puckered, and my aureole wrinkled up from the pleasure spilling down my torso, zipping straight to my sex to ignite more desire there.

As his big hands roamed and explored my body, I managed to squirm and wriggle over the sea of pillbox cushions until I edged closer to the keys. But his rough, thick fingers parting my legs and stroking ever higher up my thighs stopped my pursuit. When his thumb stroked over my swelling clit, I briefly forgot I wanted free at all.

He slid a finger inside my cunt, filling me with it, pumping it in and out of my slippery sex as he continued to sweep his thumb over my clitoris. I squirmed and moaned beneath his touch as liquid heat spread through my loins, through my body. His thrusts soon sparked a pleasing pressure inside me, making my g-spot throb. And he pinched and plucked at my clit still, while he dipped his head once again to suckle at a nipple. I cried out and shook as I came, spilling my juices down his hand.

“
That was wonderful,” I breathed, giving him a lazy smile. My eyes flitted over the keys in the corner, and once more I saw opportunity. “Now, I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes narrowed to lusty slits. “Your wish is my command.”

I scooted across the pillows, acting as if I was about to offer up my ass to him, but as I bent down on all fours, I reached out and snapped up the key ring. I estimated I had maybe two minutes to get out of there, if I were lucky. The first key I slipped in the hole had better be the right one, otherwise I’d be facing punishment. And with these giants, I had no idea if that would be a good or bad thing.

“
What the--?” he exclaimed as I skittered to my feet and dashed for the door.

My hands shook as I jammed one into the lock. I could hear him approaching, and I knew it would only be another step or two before he was on me. I twisted the piece of metal in the hole, but nothing happened. With a frustrated snarl, I gripped the cage bars and shook them.

Two seconds later, broad hands swallowed up my shoulders. My heart tried to crawl into my throat as an annoyed giant whirled me around.

But a saucy grin spread across his face, and he didn’t look as annoyed as I expected. I hoped this meant his intended punishment would promise rewards for me. Hey, a girl can hope.

“
That was very naughty, Janet,” he said, snagging the key ring from my grip. “Now, you need to get on your knees and give me your ass.”

I raised an eyebrow at him and crossed my arms over my ample breasts. “What do you plan on doing to me?”

He looked like Loki, the god of fire himself, when he flashed me a grin full of lecherous intent. “Well, prisoners usually get a spanking when they try to escape. I follow this up with a good fucking.”

I cleared my throat as the throbbing itch between my legs renewed. “You’ve had other prisoners?” I quipped.

He laughed and went to his knees to clutch me close again. His warm skin did feel good against mine, so I went with it, enjoying my captive state. “None as pretty as you.” He pinched my chin and planted a quick kiss to my lips before he continued, “Now, get on your knees so I can give you that spanking--and fucking.”

I obeyed, intrigued by the discipline proposed for my disobedience. In my line of work as a tattooist, I’d met quite a few people who were a part of the bdsm subculture, and I’d experimented some with this world myself, but this was my first experience with an eight foot plus giant in a land above the clouds. This was entirely virgin territory, but I’d never been one to wimp out when a new adventure--sexual or otherwise--was on the table.

His large hands engulfed my round, plump ass cheeks when he cupped them. He took the belt from his breeches and tied my hands behind my back, then he used the remaining length of this soft, thin leather strap to tease and tickle my crack and seeping slit. He urged my legs wider apart, moved closer, and then drew the leather strap away from my smooth, pale skin.

I arched my back and lifted my head off the pillows, giving a yelp as the strap slapped my right cheek. The sting reverberated out, making my sex throb harder still from this pleasure / pain combination.

His big fingers slithered over my sex, and he pinched and stroked my clit while he once more tickled my full bottom, then between the cheeks, with the length of belt. I pressed my face deeper into the nest of pillow beneath me and jutted my ass higher, spread my legs even wider for him. I grew wanton and eager, hungry, for this punishment / pleasure game to continue.

Another
thwack
sounded as the leather bit into my flesh again. I gasped and writhed as the pain mingled with a heady fog of ecstasy I was lost in. His wide palms cupped my butt again, massaging the cheeks gently, as if to sooth them, then he went back to teasing my sex as he brought down the strap once more.

I closed my eyes and I cried out. My pussy was no so wet the juices trickled down my legs. My whole body quaked with the need to come, and I did once his fingers slipped inside me and curled, stroking my g-spot to a quick climax as he gave me short, sharp raps with the belt.

As I caught my breath and still shuddered from the intense orgasm, he leaned over my body and whispered in my ear, “Now, about that fucking …”

Then his meaty cockhead was stroking up and down the length of my dripping slit and my ass crack. I cooed and pushed my plump, rounded cheeks into his thick, steely cock. “Please, fuck me now,” I begged.

He nudged his thick glans inside of me, thrusting gently at first to stretch me for the girth of his shaft. I let myself relax around him, let myself open completely for his penetration. He inched in deeper, amping up my enjoyment as his penis caressed the walls of my sex.

His hand glided over my hip, and his fingers once more zoned in on my clit, teasing the swollen bead of flesh in time with his slow, sensuous thrusts. The more his glans rubbed the tiny bead of pleasure inside of me also, the closer I sailed toward another orgasm.

I needed more force, more pressure, against my g-spot. I wanted it, wanted to come so hard I ejaculated this time. Something women could do with enough stimulation of that erogenous zone deep inside them. So I begged him to, “Fuck me harder, faster, please,” and he complied.

Soon the climax burst from deep inside of me and showered heat and pleasure throughout my body. I muffled a scream into a pillow, but not before I saw my juices shower his chest as he pulled out of me to watch me come.

“
That was so hot,” he growled with a crooked grin on his lips. Then he slid his cock back in for a few more pumps to finish him. His defined chest now shone with my juices.

He let out a strangled cry and rammed his cock deep inside me. I knew he was so close, but just as he reached his own orgasm, a booming voice interrupted our interlude.

“
Logan, the little one is telling the truth. I spotted the ancient one while I was scouting. The mountain giants have sent him.”

My lover’s cock popped out of me and spurted pearly cum all over my rounded ass and back. He muttered a curse and helped me to my feet, taking the leather strap off my wrists before we scattered to gather our clothes.

“
I should’ve known better than to leave you alone with her,” Rex said, scowling in the cage at us as he crossed his arms over his chest. He shook his head and unlocked the door. “Get dressed. We have more important things to do right now then play naked cage games with the prisoner.”

And just as the wide door swung open, I slipped my tank top over my head--or what was left of it after the giant finished ravishing me--and I skittered out of my cell, swinging wide around Rex and avoiding his grasping fingers.

The two towering men shouted after me as I ran from the cage and back into the dining room I had entered. I hefted my leg up over the stone windowsill and jumped out of the opening, which was close to the ground, just as the two giants entered the room.

“
Go cut her off before she reaches the gate!” Rex shouted at Logan.

Thankfully I got my climbing shoes and shorts back on before I fled. I whisked through the crumbling courtyard and overgrown hedges, past the garden that had gone wild. One blonde pigtail slapped me in the face when I turned my head to look behind me, but nothing was going to slow me down.

Logan was on my heels, and his long legs took mammoth strides that would soon catch up to me. But the gate leading to freedom was only three feet away. I raced through the wide gap between bars and sped across the open drawbridge. My heart now hammered in my ears.

The giant’s feet thundered across the drawbridge moments after my shoes left the wooden planks. And then, as I veered left in a half circle, hoping to hide behind a massive oak for a while and lose him in the thick of the night, I heard Rex join the search party.

“
Oh shit!” I hissed as I skirted a plump, huge sheep that had wandered into my path.

Only the light of the moon cut through the darkness, and its silvery light was enough, thankfully, to guide me. But the sparse forest I planned to hide in seemed so far away.

Just as I touched the gnarled bark of an oak along the treeline, another massive beast rumbled toward me. This wasn’t Rex or Logan. This giant looked to be at least nine feet tall and, though I couldn’t make out distinct features in the dark, a fuzzy fungus appeared to mottle its arms, chest, legs, and face. It was bald and its skin, caught by the moonlight, looked to be made of stone. It had a massive nose and low brow, and hair that reminded me of Spanish moss sprouted from its head and face.