The King of the Forest

The Eldalgen had always fascinated me. They were the last few megafaunal species that had lived during the Age of Springtide and just looking at a painting of one you could see why. In their adult size, the bulls could easily tower over three tall humans standing on each other’s shoulders. They say you can feel the tremors as they walk through the ground even from afar. The Eldalg live in giant redwood forests, deep enough where the daylight barely touches the ground. 

We didn’t know a lot about them. Meeting one would usually mean death, outsiders of the herds are usually stomped to death, and even members of their own species are not safe from harm. Until about a few decades ago, no one even knew they were sentient, sure their upper bodies looked slightly humanoid, with thick wooly fur and faces not too distinct from that of a moose. Still, people rarely made contact with them and as such, they were only seen as mere beasts, until it was revealed by an elven faunatologist called Vieli’feorta that the giants had had a long trading history with them.

With a book and quill, among other supplies, I knew I was the one to finally reveal the truth. It had taken almost six months to get to the giant village near the last great redwood forest. I had met a group of adventurers in the nearest city and they’d been kind enough to lend me a ride there. I had my nose deep in my books during the whole three-day trip it took to get near the village. I never bothered to learn the names of the six I was traveling with, but they seemed like a close-knit group.

“Here we are!” Yelled the human woman steering the drake’s towing the cart.

“This is as far as we can take, we don’t have a good rapport with those guys,” she added and pointed at the village still far away. I could see smoke rising and something large moving in the distance. The woman gave me a smile as I jumped down from the cart with my bags.

I was glad to leave that darned cart, to be honest. The quarreling between the half-orc and the gnome almost drove me mad. Before they left, the bronze-haired human woman turned back to me and said “You know… We will be here again next week, if you need a lift, you’re welcome to join us again.”

I nodded slowly, thinking about the offer for a while, but deciding against it, I had to stay in the forest as long as I could, I had to learn everything I could so I could become one of the most revered faunatologist in the whole continent. 

“Thank you, but I will find another ride,” I yelled back. We both waved goodbye and I began the slow walk through the marshy soil towards the village.

I didn’t know much about the Giants other than they were also pretty secretive. They didn’t seem to like the smaller sentient species that much and I mean, how long does it actually take to get over being enslaved for hundreds of years by every single dark lord who decides it’s their turn to dull? My kind had certainly gotten over the last one.

Even though I tried to walk as carefully as I could, I stepped on the wet grass multiple times, my old leather boots soaking in the dirty water. One of the most annoying feelings had to be a wet leg inside a shoe, it was just right after getting sand in them or cutting yourself with paper. It must have taken hours to get to the edge of the village and my splashing had caught the attention of the inhabitants. With curious looks on their faces, the giant men and… the women I presumed watched me. It was a small village, filled with huts made from large boulders. The wind carried the scent of smoked ham into my nose.

My strength was spent in the marshland, I took deep breaths before introducing myself to the grey-skinned villagers.

“Uh, hello! My name is Prost Von Palipaa and I’m here to inquire about something!” I waved my hand with a friendly smile on my face.

One of them, the largest one I assumed to be the leader of the bunch walked towards me, looking annoyed by my presence. 

“What you want human?” He scowled, wiping his ratty long strands of hair from his face to reveal the ugly mug beneath. The air around was brisk, but the giants wore only brittle loincloths around their waists. Like the unintelligent beasts they were, they let everything hang free. As the man got closer, I could feel the ground shake beneath each step.

“I’m here to see the eldalgen,” I replied, keeping my tone stern, “I have gold.”

“Bah! No need gold, you leave, antler heads kill you,” he stated back, stopping in his place.

“You can buy things with gold. Tools, weapons…” I paused before adding, “Clothes?”

My words clearly got through to him as I saw him raise his bushy eyebrows.

“Hrph… Come,” he said and waved me to follow him. Him being much taller than me, I had to almost run to keep up with the pace. The other villagers glared at me as I ran by, but since I got their leader’s attention, I didn’t need to care what they thought about me.

The Giant Chieftain led me to his dwelling place. Strange symbols covered the boulders outside, some of which the giant leading me in had also painted on his skin. The doorway was covered with surprisingly delicate scaly leather pelts, the scales glimmered in the cold light of the clouded sun.  As I stepped inside, the smell of the smoke hit me by surprise, making me cough. Only a faint light shone in between the scale pelts but there was a large fireplace in the center area. The heat from the fire made the white bones strung onto the ceiling sway, clacking them together like a crude instrument.

Large fur hides covered the floor and the edges of the curved room, some packed together to look like little beds.

The Giant turned to look at me, “You humans always think you can get anything with gold…” his guttural voice resonated with the blouders around us as he spoke.

“Wait, you can actually talk well?” I bluster out, surprised by his sudden elegance with the words.

“Simplicity scares your kind, we use your fears to keep you away yet here you are, trying to bribe me to betray the trust of my kin,” he said, circling the flame in the center, and walking behind me.

“Your kin? You mean the Eldalg? They are not your kin,” I could feel my voice disappear, scared by the unknown before me.

“More than your kind is,” he replied curtly, “The Eldalg are outsiders to your civilized society as much as we are,” The Giant growled, putting his hand on my shoulder almost like a threat.

“You need to take me there, if you don’t want gold, I can do something else,” I found my courage or at least tried to sound like I did.

“…And what would that be?” He hissed, with a hint of curiosity hidden beneath the irritation.

“My mother used to be a bard, I can entertain you,” I shot back quickly, turning to face him. His face drew closer as he looked directly into my eyes, making me feel smaller than ever before.

“Fine,” he muttered and straightened his back, “If you can make me laugh, I will take you into the forest tomorrow.”

My eyes widened with joy, I was happy to keep my gold and get where I wanted to be.

“Okay, okay,” I said, waving my hands in excitement as I dropped my bags. The Giant Chieftain stepped back and sat on a hide to see what I could offer. I fluffed my chest and began the spectacle.

I had been on it for almost an hour and the giant did not even smirk.

My jokes? Nothing.

My songs? Barely escaped death.

My magic tricks? Almost dropped my pants while doing it.

If the marsh hadn’t drained me, this show did. I was getting desperate. Re-doing my skits, but nothing worked and the giant seethed with fury.

“ ENOUGH !” he shouted, getting up and grabbing me by my fishtail braid. “Pathetic little human!” He snarled at me and I could smell his breath. I wanted to run, but his grip was too tight.

“Please, let me try again,” I pleaded, “I can make you laugh!” The giant stared straight into my soul and huffed loudly. Fearing for my life, I let out a high-pitched cry.

Suddenly, he pulled away, looked at me and a large smirk spread over his face. Instantaneously he crouched down, grabbed me by the ankle, and lifted me high up in the air, making me wail from fear.

His eyes leered at me as he ripped my pants off, exposing my bare ass and pussy. The giant held me almost at eye level and watched me trying to wriggle myself free.

“You humans are so fragile,” he taunted me and dipped his fingers in the oil near the firepit, he began to smear the oil between my thighs, my whimpers doing nothing to make him stop. He had only four fingers in both of his hands, all as thick as sausages and rough as the stone around us. The giant slipped two fingers between my folds, making my wail even louder, which in turn made him grin even more, revealing his teeth and the black gums. 

“Mewl, little human, mewl,” he commanded as if he even had to. His rough fingers pressed against my clit, sending unwanted spasms of arousal all over my body. The giant’s third finger began to poke at my other hole. The rough manhandling felt too much as the pressure within me built up, and my nipples hardened when the cold buttons on my jacket brushed against them. I tried to keep my aroused whimpers inside by biting my lips, but as soon as the giant plunged two of his fingers inside my pussy I let out a loud cry. His other hand kept me in the air as the other violated my hole. The broad fingers slipped in and out, while one was still pushing against my ass.

It didn’t take too long for it to enter me too, both of my holes now filled with his slick fingers. He thrusted into me rhythmically, making my wetness drip down, my attempts at matching his thrusts failed due to my awkward position. The giant began to laugh, watching my helpless body struggling to keep up with him.

Unable to take any more, my body began to tremble as I came, locking the giant’s fingers in. The whole village must have heard his bellowing laughter and my scream.

My mind was completely blank as he put me down on the furs, forcing me to kneel down and lifted my rear. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out and shoved the cloth covering his waist into the waistband, revealing his hard member, twice the size of his fingers. The giant hunched over me and rubbed his tip into my wetness. he entered my pussy, while pinning my limb body underneath him. I could feel the tip bulge my belly with each long thrust he made. My mind somewhat recovered, I began to whimper again, but not from the fear, his cock was full of bulbous shapes, which kept rubbing against my sore clit arousing me again.

The giant’s breathing sounded heavier as his pace quickened, ramming his long shaft against my cervix, had he been able to, I’m sure he would have passed the narrow barrier into my womb. The giant pushed my head down to furs with the hand he had just used to ravage my pussy, returning his other hand to violate my ass. His deep thrusts buried my face into the coarse furs below us. Another jolt hit my body and I was consumed by the desire, some part of me deep within hated to be used by such a low creature, but something even deeper wanted more. Suddenly he pulled his finger from my hole, slapping my cheeks hard before pulling his cock out of my pussy, only to plunge it while grunting into my ass, the sudden switch made me wail out loud, but the giant kept pommeling into me with vigor. 

Relentlessly, he used me as his entertainment.

As his heavy balls smacked against my rear, I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist to give him more room to enter even deeper into my gut, but I was helplessly pinned away from him. 

His bulbous cock kept pounding into me without a rest, as I gasped for air, yet still hoping for more and that was exactly what I got. My whole body convulsed again at last giving the giant’s rod enough clench to come. The vessels clasping the giants’s bulbous spheres swelled and he held him deep inside as he spewed the hot seed inside my throbbing hole, not letting go until his balls were completely empty deep within. I could feel the area around his sheathed tip grow larger, making my belly bulge from his seed. The giant’s loads were thick, his balls twitched against my cheeks from the strain of each shot.

it felt like hours had passed when he finally pulled out, wiping his cock into the shredded fabric of my pants. He picked me up and sat down. My belly was jutting out so much, it was hard to wrap my arms around his. When the chief turned around, he saw two of his underlings by the doorway, already stroking their hardened cocks, pointing at me.

“I only promised to entertain one of you!” I yelled while gasping, the chief turned back to them and waved them to leave. The two left the hut letting out loud sighs, disappointed by the decision.

Even though as I sat on the ground and felt his seed gushing out of my hole, it didn’t seem to recede at all. The giant sat next to me and wiped my face with a wet cloth.

“I had no idea you human men could be so satisfying little pets,” he told me, clearly as tired as I was. His seed had finally stopped leaking, most of it still weighing me down.

“You have made me laugh and entertained me. Tomorrow I will take you with us into the forest but you must hide beneath the thicket. Don’t worry, it won’t be hard, since you’re so small, but if you get caught, we do not know you and you will die,” The giant hesitated before he added, “…But you can also stay here, we will take care of you.”

I gave him a curious look and thought about it. Right now, staying here sounded better than getting fame by writing about the eldalgen, but even though I would have loved to stay here and be the chieftain’s little pet, maybe even their shared pet, I knew it wasn’t what I really wanted.

“Thank you, but I must go. Will I sleep here for the night?” I asked as I stroked my belly, astonished about how much I’d liked the feeling of it. I never wanted to be pregnant or have children, but the feeling of being stuffed full was heavenly.

“I see…” The Giant Chieftain answered back, saddened by my decision, but respecting it anyway, “You can stay here for the night, we’ll feed you before we leave tomorrow and give you new clothing.” I nodded as the giant left his hut, leaving me alone in the room. I watched the flames dance and let the soft crackling noise lull me into deep sleep. 

The coarse hands of the giant chieftain shook me awake just as I was seeing a dream about the whole village dominating me. The first thing I realized was that my belly had gone back to its normal size, leaving me feeling a bit empty.

“Come on, human. It’s time to eat,” the giant said and gave me a pair of new trousers and a washing basin. As soon as I was ready, I followed him outside, where the villagers had set a large table with a plentiful feast. I was welcomed to the table, no one gave me any angry glares as we spoke and ate together.

The giants had filled a large cart with things they had hunted and made. I was told they were trading with the eldalg and today was their monthly trade run. Before we left the village, the chieftain pulled me aside.

“I’m going to ask this once; Are you sure you want to go? By staying here by my side you will be treated like the princes in your realm, you could be happy here,” he pleaded while clasping my hands into his.

“I’d like to stay, but I have to do this,” I told him, assuring myself about my plans, “When I return, I can visit your village.” The giant chieftain did not seem to believe me and he shook his head.

“I will take you there, but I can’t protect you once we step into the forest. You won’t return,” he kissed my forehead and we re-joined the group. I was allowed to sit in the cart as we traveled. The journey was long and slow due to the marshland, but finally, I saw the ever-growing trees ahead. The edge of the forest was full of thick bushes, but as soon as we entered, the thicket got smaller, still tall enough to swallow me, but the giants had no trouble moving around. Once we were deep enough, I had to jump down from the cart and follow the giants from farther behind. The thicket concealed me, but also limited my vision. The walk into the depths of the forest took almost as long as getting there from the village, but finally, the giants stopped in a small clearing and used a booming horn to call the eldalgen to them.

Nothing.

They blew into the horn again.

Nothing.

“One more,” the chief said, and just like that, we heard thunderous clopping coming towards us. I had my quill and my book ready as I scrawled as quickly as I could what I was experiencing. Three huge creatures entered the clearing with large bags on their shoulders. One of them and the chief shook hands and the trading began.

The giants exchanged smithed goods and books with the eldalgen and they in turn gave the giants yields from the forest, magical items dug from ancient ruins, and large wood weapons made from enchanted trees. I was smitten with the view. The eldalgen were taller than the giants, barely resembling humanoid creatures seen anywhere else. The thickness of their brown fur must have been able to stop arrows and swords. The three here had to be males since all of them had huge antlers crowning their heads. The painting I had seen did no justice to the majesticity I was seeing right before my eyes.

I sneaked in closer to get a better look when it happened. 

My ink bottle fell and shattered into a rock below my feet. Everyone turned to look in my direction, the most keen-eyed spotting me, getting their weapons ready, giants and eldalg alike

I didn’t bother to pick up the bags I had dropped down earlier, I spun around and began to run back to where we came from. I could hear hooves hitting the ground as they began to chase me. I tried to run to a small cliff I had seen earlier, hoping it would put some barrier between us. The dry branches of the thickets scratched my skin and made me bleed, but I kept running. I managed to reach the cliff before they caught me. I hopped onto it and dropped down, climbing between the rocks, I could hear the three stopping on the edge of the cliff, cursing me. One of them tried to throw me with his spear, but it missed. The cliff was not very tall, but now I had some distance as they had to go around it. I kept running, trying to look for a place to hide since even in my panic I knew I couldn’t outrun them.

Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet quaked and an even larger eldalg jumped in front of me. Stopping me in my place with a strange pole weapon with a dull hook on it, he pushed me to the ground and held me there. He was different from the three I had seen in the clearing, he looked much older and his fur was white, shimmering even under the shadows of the trees. His dense mane ran down his spine, all the way to the short tail. The white eldalg stomped his hooves near me, warning me to stay put. The others arrived soon enough, but when the white eldalg lifted his hand, they nodded and went back. The large creature before me watched me carefully, stomping his hooves every time I tried to move even a little.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I mean you no harm” I lifted my arms up, trying to show them I was not afraid. The white eldalg huffed and lifted my chin with his hooked weapon. I looked at him in despair, trembling from fear.

“You’re human…” The white eldalg scoffed, “Get up or I’ll smash your brains in right here!” he demanded and I obeyed, still holding my arms up. He jabbed me with his weapon to make me turn and pushed me to walk deep into the woods. I didn’t have the courage to ask him where he was taking me or what he was going to do with me. We didn’t go past the trading clearing, I thought about the giant chief, things he had said, and how much I wished I had stayed in the village, but it was too late now, and once again I was facing the unknown.

Eventually, we arrived at the small encampment they had, they had shelters made from moss and large fallen branches, but it was certainly only a temporary camp. I saw at least ten more eldalgen, their furs came in various colors from black to brown and tan. Their ears moved forward when they saw me.

Until I saw something.

The older elven man sat in the middle of the camp, holding a book in his hands, when he saw me his eyes widened and he smiled at me gently. As we got closer I realized I knew him. He was the man who had written books about the eldalgen, at least the most known to do so. During my journey here I had read his books, hoping to be able to learn as much as he had and more.

The old man’s long greying hair was in a ponytail and he wore robes which made him blend into the surrounding area. I was happy to see another humanoid, thinking maybe these beasts could be reasoned with and I could leave alive.

“Prepare him!” The white eldalg commanded the old man. He grabbed me by the shoulder agreeing to do so and led me into one of the shelters they had made.

“Oh, how glad I am to see you!” the elf exclaimed, “I’m finally going to see it!”

“See what? Can you help me to get out?” I asked, relief turning into panic.

“Oh, you don’t want to go after you see it too. I never had the chance to experience it myself, but you have the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!” when those words left his lips I knew the man was mad.

The shelter was surprisingly cozy and looked lived in. Defeated, I sat on the brach he pointed me to. The elf used a mix of herbs and pitch to balm my wounds, healing them almost instantly. The elf had collected all kinds of herbs and items and hung them into the branches inside the shelter. He also had pieces of glowing crystals around the place to light the area.

“What am I going to experience?” I whispered, afraid of what I might hear.

“You were the forest king’s first human catch of the season, you get to live, but you will be his sheath, you will be proudly presented to all!” The old man sounded hysterical, his words made no sense to me.

He pushed me back outside, following me. The white eldalg grabbed me with his hook and jabbed me again, forcing me to move towards the center of the camp where the elf had been sitting. There was also a large ring made from tree branches, surrounding a raised wooden altar of sorts. I was pushed to walk in the middle, now being higher than everyone else, the white bull followed me as everyone gathered around, looking expectantly at us.

“Once again, I have the blessing of the forest as its king!” The white eldalg yelled, making his subjects clamor in joy. Then the king pushed me towards the altar.

“Remove your clothes and bend over,” he commanded with a booming voice.

Oh, no , I thought to myself only to feel another jab with the hook on my back. I stepped forward, wanting to stay alive and undressed. The cheering around the altar got louder as I bent over the altar. The king put down his hook and stood behind me, putting his front hooves on top of the altar next to me.

“I shall take you as my sheath,” he said and as I glanced behind I knew what he meant. His large throbbing member was being anointed by the old man. Carefully, he rubbed a mix of herbs and potions on it. It had to be almost as tall as me, flared from the tip, and large enough so I could see the hole in the front, the whole shaft standing as firmly as the king behind me.

I licked my lips as I looked at it. I had already tried what it felt like to have a giant inside, why not this? Daringly, I lifted my rear as a sign to him, and the king seemed almost confused by my sudden eagerness. He smiled at me and stepped forward. His tip touched the base of my neck and I knew I had been right, it was as long as me and thicker than my muscular arms.

The king began to smear the just-applied balm on my back with his cock, giving a forceful stroke every now and then to see my reaction. The people below us clamored at the sight when he placed his crown against my opening, slowly pushing it into my pussy, spreading my legs farther apart, and stretching me open. I moaned as he slowly filled me, his tip nearly buried past the opening. My breasts were pined between my body and the altar. It felt like the king’s member was going to split me in half even before it was halfway in. I don’t know how, but it felt like it went through me, the girth bulged my belly far greater than how the giant chieftain had been able to. My eyes rolled back when I thought I could feel the tip under my heart, knowing it wasn’t possible. The king had still length to give, when he pulled back, blocking my entrance with the flared tip. I moaned under him, grabbing his hooves and pulling his fur.

“Please, let me have it all…” I whimpered, but the king was not my servant. He stepped back as the old man came to me and began to pull straps over my body, not really binding me to anything.

“You’re doing wonderfully,” he whispered into my ear, before giving room for the king. The king lifted his hooves back on the altar and quickly impaled me deeply with his cock, making me yell in the process. As quickly as it had been done, I could feel the straps around me being tightened, and the king lifted his hooves in the air, I had been strapped under his groin. His cock was deep within me. As the king bucked his rear legs, mine moved with them, making him reach even deeper.

I was the sheath for his engorged cock. 

The king stepped down from the altar and walked among his subjects, them looking at him in awe. Each step made his member pump into me and I gasped with each one. Everyone in the camp saw me and the old elf came over even to pet my enlarged belly. I panted as the king took me into the forest, constantly pumping into me. I could feel something warm beginning to spread from where his flared tip was bulging. He stopped only to thrust with his member, moaning when he came, filling me even more. After he had recovered from his first climax, he kept on walking through the forest, keeping his member deep within me. 

No one else had followed us and we didn’t speak at all.

He found a fallen tree and lifted his front legs onto it, pinning me against the tree. The king began to pommel my used body in a rut, I started to feel his cum in my mouth. The creamy fluid and my body grinding against the tree made me cum, my pussy taking an even tighter hold on his cock.

The king chuckled and stepped off from the tree trunk. Walking with me again, stopping every so often to thrust and filling me with more cum. My belly was far larger than it should be, but I was still able to take more loads, my mind was now in complete ecstasy, my nerves were firing up from pleasure and my climax felt like it had no end. The king’s cum kept leaking out from both of my holes. Every step sent tingles through my whole body.

To tease me, the king walked to a clearing and galloped, hastening his thrusts, my moans kept his cock hard. I lost how much time had passed and how many times he or I had come when he finally took me back to the camp. The king was tired and the elf with the help of the other eldalgen pulled me down, holding me up because I was unable to move on my own at all. As we walked, the king’s seed poured out of my gaping hole, leaving a trail behind.

The king had his own shelter, far larger than the others and I was carried there. The king entered first and I saw the same glimmering crystals as the elf had had in his home. The place was near the altar and the floor was filled with soft branches from leaf trees. The king lay on one of them and I was placed next to him. 

Like with the giant chief, the king’s seed stayed for the most part still inside me. Still panting, finally coming down, I looked at the king, who brushed my hair with his hand, looking happily at me, keeping his other hand on my massive bulge.

“How long will I be your sheath?” I asked, almost falling asleep before he could answer.

“As long as you want it and can take it,” the king answered back softly, letting me finally rest. next to him.

The Eldalgen fascinated me even more after all this and I knew right then that coming here was the right thing to do.