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[WIP] [ST 10B: SCRUB, RUB AND SNUB] *[NSFW!]*
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The giant steps into the secluded lake, his hidden stronghold nestled among towering peaks and dense pine forests. This sanctuary, which he claimed centuries ago, has been molded to his will, one of the few places on Earth that is truly his.
Animals that roam nearby feel the tremor of his footsteps and instinctively retreat to the safety of their burrows. They, more than humans, know how to respond to the simple yet certain call of danger. The giant knows no unwelcome two-legged intruders will ever disturb this place, he’s made sure of it.
He places his folded pants and heavy work boots onto a rocky ledge, well above the reach of the water, and strides toward the shimmering edge of the lake. With a purposeful sway of his hips, he sheds his only garment, letting it slip effortlessly down his legs to the ground.
Under the moon’s silvery glow, the lake casts its light across the giant’s imposing frame, highlighting his bare, muscular physique. His body, chiseled and enduring like that of a tireless laborer, speaks of a life defined by strength and unrelenting effort. His semi-erect member stands as a natural part of him, a bold testament to his virility.
The still waters ripple violently as the giant steps into the lake. Each footfall sends splashes onto the nearby shores, while ripples race outward, expanding with powerful force. He strides further, unhesitating, before launching himself into the lake’s center with a powerful leap.
The impact of his dive sends powerful waves rippling through the lake, shaking the distant banks. A massive surge rushes outward, rolling across the surface and echoing as it travels before slowly fading.
As the giant reemerges, his powerful strokes cut through the water with precision. Each movement, fluid yet monumental, propels him across the vast expanse, displacing great masses of water with every push.
The lake, vast for any other creature, is little more than a pool to him. A crystalline oasis surrounded by dense pine forests and tranquil mountains, it is the one place where his burdens of the day manage to slip away.
Reaching the far shore, the giant emerges from the water, droplets cascading down his form. His gaze briefly shifts to his left where a path trails toward a stone chair carved into the mountainside, his personal throne
But for now, he turns right, where the trail around the lake meets the cliffs that continue ascending deep into the mountain range. In the distance, the waterfall beckons. Its roar fills the night with the constant flow of icy waters descending from the peaks of Guarida.
The giant walks through the rocky slope, navigating the boulders with complete familiarity. He approaches the waterfall, determined to clean himself under its relentless torrent before going to sleep.
Headed toward a ledge jutting from the stone face near the falls, his hand reaches for one of the few remaining pine trees still clinging to the mountainside.
With a single, effortless motion, he rips the tree from the ground. Its bark shatters beneath his grip as if it were no more than brittle straw. He inspects it briefly, the towering tree looking absurdly small in his massive hands. With precision, he runs his thumbs along its trunk, stripping away the impurities and loose branches until it is ready to serve its purpose.
Satisfied, the giant steps beneath the waterfall. The cascading waters tumble nearly a hundred meters from above, just barely taller than he is.
The torrent crashes against his body with force, but to him, it is but a refreshing caress. The icy water pours over his muscular frame, tracing the contours of his chest, arms, and legs in a shimmering, silvery cascade. Taking the pine tree in hand, he scrubs his body with deliberate precision, working the branches and needles across his skin.
With firm, methodical movements, the giant covers every corner of his skin, removing the day’s accumulated dirt and sweat. The branches and leaves of the pine release a fresh, earthy scent, leaving a natural fragrance on his skin. By the time the tree is reduced to a barren trunk, the giant tosses it aside without a second thought, joining other discarded remnants that litter the stream below.
For a moment, he stands still, closing his eyes as the rushing water washes over him. In the roar of the waterfall, he finds an overwhelming stillness, as if the world beyond the torrent no longer exists.
His mind drifts back to the day’s events: the morning spent constructing and demolishing structures for the tiny folk, the afternoon exercising his massive body among the forest trees, and finally, the unexpected return to the city carrying… that human.
Involuntarily, his eyes drop landing on his member, still rigid and unyielding. It’s not something he fully understands, but neither does he stop to question it. Droplets of water slide down its length as if trying to relieve the built-up tension, but it isn’t enough.
As the giant finishes his cleansing ritual, he steps away from the waterfall and follows the trail that skirts the lake, its gentle slope leading him back toward another stretch of pine forest. From his towering height, the vast expanse of the lake remains always within sight, its surface shimmers under the moonlight. This path ends at his stone chair, a colossal piece carved onto the mountainside by his own hands.
He drops into his stone chair with the brutal grace that giants possess. His legs spread wide to make room for his cock which, contrary to the rest of his body, refuses to settle to rest.
He already knows what must be done. If not, the night will end up being longer than it has to be.
The mountain quakes as his back presses against the stone, his immense body settling into place. He closes his eyes briefly, the cold touch of the rock soothing against his skin. His enormous hands slowly move down to his hardened cock, now pulsing with a relentless need.
With one firm hand gripping the base of the throbbing beast and the other wrapped around its shaft, he begins to stroke its full length in slow, deliberate motions. His breathing grows heavier, resonating in the stillness of the night. His coarse fingers trace over the rigid, veined surface with precision, pressing harder as they glide over the swollen red glans at the top.
Each stroke is calculated, gradually increasing in pace, while deep grunts escape his throat. Though the act is private, the raw power emanating from him seems to reverberate even through the mountain’s core, making his presence impossible to ignore.
Several minutes pass as the giant keeps on working his cock, lost in his imagination and the heat of the carnal act. The rhythm of his movements intensifies and his grunts grow louder, reverberating throughout the valley like a primal echo.
His body tenses, muscles coiling tightly as he nears his peak, until finally, with a roar that shakes the treetops, he lets go.
The release is cataclysmic, a torrential force that defies any expectation.
A first burst of cum shoots a dozen meters high into the sky, defying gravity itself as it arcs and crashes back down as thick projectiles, striking the earth with devastating force. The impact is swift and unforgiving, the sheer weight of his seed toppling two pines as if they were mere twigs. The sound of the impact mixes with the crack of wood and the splatter of the thick liquid soaking the ground.
Without a pause, the giant tilts his cock forward, savoring the unrelenting torrent erupting from within his swollen balls. The deluge persists for several long seconds, inhuman in both volume and intensity, flooding the earth below with its torrential force.
When at last the storm finishes, silence descends once more, broken only by the soft dripping of liquid from leaves and stones.
A deep, contented sigh escapes him as the tension leaves his body, his breathing evening out. Slowly, his cock begins to soften, finally yielding after hours of accumulated pressure.
The giant surveys the scene, a newly formed white thick lagoon rests in front of him where a section of the forest once stood tall. Broken trees, crushed bushes, and scattered stones submerged in a mix of moisture and a dense fragrance, an essence that combines the salty musk of his own body with the sap of shattered trees. The ground soaked, an evidence of his power etched deep into the land.
"That... was a lot." he mutters to himself, with the vague suspicion that the source might be related to the day's events. Or the fact that he hasn't touched himself in several days.
Satisfied, The giant reclines fully against the cool embrace of his stone chair. He has no intention of cleaning up the mess, giants don’t concern themselves with such things.
He closes his eyes, letting the calm of the night wash over him. Bathed in moonlight, his colossal figure lies still, at peace in his corner of the world as he drifts into a deep, unshakable sleep.
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Comments
JoJoDuncan
This is my absolute favorite thing that you have done! The set up of the stories and the inclusion of the art! Cannot wait to see what direction this all goes in the future! Great work!!!
Phillip
Wowwee that was quite a climax ;) Great story as always love the animations!
HyperMushrambo
Phew damn that was so hot!! 🥵 If he needs any little guys to put down that big dick to reload I gladly volunteer!
Painbow
Good loooooooord that was perfection!
Cochinote
Okay, this is where the story sections pause for a moment. Hope you've enjoyed them all up to this point! :D As I mentioned before, these posts were a proof-of-concept thing I was working on. Testing things along the way to see what worked and what didn’t so much. The main purpose of this whole thing (beyond entertaining you all, thank you for reading! <3) was to craft an introduction to a story, its characters, world, and whereabouts that I’m excited to move forward with. This doesn’t mean I’ll stop making posts like these. Far from it! But I want to take some time to revisit the previous segments (which, honestly, I haven’t re-read yet) to refine them, polish/add some images/animation, trim unnecessary parts, set the narrative right, etc. I also want to create a proper first chapter, especially since I started all of this on a whim. (back then, I had to push myself to make this kind of content and share it with you; otherwise, I might never have done it.) I’m happy with how it has turned out so far, though maybe not so much with how long each segment has taken me. That’s something I’ll need to figure out as I move forward. Maybe it’s just a matter of building momentum. I’m also eager to hear your feedback in whatever form works best for you, be it private messages, comments on each segment, or even through that hefty survey I keep pushing down your throats ahah. Have a great weekend!
