The Giant's Captive by Lidiya Foxglove

Author:Lidiya Foxglove
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lidiya Foxglove

Chapter Twelve

Jacqueline

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"Careful, now..."

Conar put his hand on the end of one of the vines and guided it inside me. Once one vine was given permission by their master to taste my sex, they all wanted inside me. His hands instructed them. Either he swatted them away or he held them and guided them closer, letting them slip between his fingers and slither into me.

Unlike his rigid fingers, the vines were soft and slippery and had ticklish little tendrils. They never stopped moving, but always seemed to be circling around each other or probing or twitching. So as he allowed several of them inside me, I was twitching when they twitched, writhing when they writhed, quickly getting aroused again.

"They'll stretch you out," he said. "And you'll soon be ready for me." He ran a hand back through his ragged dark hair, some sweat on his own brow. "And we'll see how long I can bear watching you..."

I was wriggling, trying to master myself. "What...what about dinner..."

"I almost forgot," he said, his eyelids lowering, a small and lusty smile on his lips. He doled out some soup and came over to feed me.

"I am a wicked giant now," he said. "Just like the stories say. Keeping a little pet captive for my pleasure. Just imagine if someone saw me. They'd think I was torturing you. But you'll yell if you feel tortured, I'm sure."

I bit the spoon hard, sucking down some beans, almost speechless with trying to navigate the ever-changing physical sensation of the vines.

"I will," I finally managed. “But only if I feel too tortured."

"You'd make a good faery, I think," he said.

"Maybe so..." I never realized how much I could lose myself in my body, and in wanting someone else near me. I thought I had set all that aside. I thought I might have to live as a boy forever.

He fed me a few spoonfuls of soup and then ate a few himself, watching me carefully. He looked increasingly hungry, and also a bit conflicted. It was clear that a part of him wasn't so sure he should be seducing me. He'd never done it before, and I doubt he would have ever started if the vines hadn't started first.

Well, that was what made it so charming, I think, and not at all frightening. He definitely didn't want to hurt me, but at the same time...he was throwing himself into the seduction as if he knew it was the only chance he'd get, and there was no reward for being timid. He wasn't afraid to be naughty.

As he shared the soup with me, our bodies started close and drew closer. I angled for the warmth of him, and he obliged. His broad hand slipped around my waist, and then he was pulling my clothes off my shoulders, exploring me with his hand while he put a spoonful of soup in my mouth.

Now I was making little urgent sounds even as I tried to eat.

The vines started wrapping around him and trying to slip inside his own trousers.

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