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[vixen525noms]

Special Gift Part 1

Another story that started out on my deviantart page. Like DCD it will be continued. A G/T story with a much more wholesome giant, but there will be vore.

It occurs long while after Defying Certain Death, but in the same world and both stories do eventually tie together.

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“Sir? The... ah... smaller guests have arrived. You probably should go out and join the celebration before one of the less friendly guests gets it in their head that one or two won’t be missed.” Connor nodded as he stood and turned away from his desk. He tended to dislike formal gatherings, especially when there was a large number of guests or if there were guests that could be in conflict. And this event had both. He had been grateful the coronation had only a small crowd, but it meant that the next event would have a large crowd. Not to mention gifts. No telling what some people would consider an appropriate gift to a new leader. He would have to greet and speak with the representatives of many peoples, both those representing the Syorians and Syors from different areas and those representing different races in the neighboring land. That’s what had him most concerned. They were so small by comparison... what would they consider an appropriate gift?

He sighed as he made his way to the great hall. No matter what they brought, he would have to feign pleasure at receiving the gift. It wouldn’t do to offend them, especially when the occasion was meant to celebrate the anniversary of the treaty between their people. It had been quite some time since the treaty was signed, and the laws enacted to ensure that no one did anything to ruin that treaty. He had been very young at the time, but not so much that he couldn’t remember what lead to it. Giants, primarily the Syors, had hunted the terrans, and the nearly identical humans for ages. He was no historian, but he doubted there was a time they ever hadn’t. Until the treaty anyway. A treaty made because the terrans had finally had enough and decided to strike back. Not with a few giant hunters, there had always been a few of those pests around, but as a people. An army.

At first, most giants had found the idea laughable. It didn’t seem like such comparatively small people could be any sort of a threat. But they soon learned they had underestimated the power of terran magic. They could never have guessed the terrans would find a way for individuals to merge their magic to strengthen it into an incredible force. It was after an entire town was wiped out that they began negotiations. They quickly met with the terrans on their terms, and had a treaty written in a matter of hours. It had only taken so long because of the challenge in writing it in a size that wouldn’t be too difficult for the terrans to read, but large enough for the giants to still make it out.

It had only taken the terrans half that time to eliminate an entire town. Half that time to create the Forest of Death, a place where every tree was the corpse of a giant.

Connor considered the different aspects of the treaty. If he was going to be meeting with representatives of their people, he would be expected to be familiar with most, if not all aspects of the treaty. He also had to be familiar with customs regarding interactions, as a leader he was expected to know everything necessary to avoid anything that might be seen as rude or insulting. But above all else to have full understanding of the treaty.

Writing and enforcing the treaty had been difficult. The biggest problem to follow was getting the Syors to give up their favorite prey. While as a group, the terrans had been quite formidable, most individuals stood little chance against a giant. There was also the complication that many Syorians, and some Syor hybrids, kept humans or terrans as pets. Luckily, the terrans hadn’t been too harsh on that matter, accepting it as long as the companion was well taken care of and had occasional interaction with people of the same size. They insisted on setting a duration limit, after a certain amount of time the pet would have to be offered the opportunity to return to their people. While Syor hybrids had complained about it, most Syorians were open to the idea, it already was common for Syorians to offer at least some degree of freedom after a while, and cared for their pets well enough that they would stay with their ‘owner’ or at least remain friends. And there were exceptions, certain circumstances where it was expected the ‘pet’ would not be released...

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard his arrival being announced as he neared the Great Hall where the guests were gathered. “Announcing the arrival of the new King, Connlaodh Rourke Kenrich...” Connor mostly tuned out the introduction, rather disliking the tradition for members of the royal family to have long names. He would have greatly preferred a much shorter name, and he couldn’t count the times he had requested they shorten his introduction. Now that he was in charge, he’d have to have that discussion again. He’d be far more likely to be successful in that request now that he had taken the throne.

Upon entering the Great Hall, he immediately was having to meet the various representatives, many having suggestions on things he might change, requests on certain matters, as well as several wanting a meeting at a later time. He was glad his royal steward stayed close, taking notes on everything said to him. He did his best to make a path toward the area set up for the little folks, knowing a number of them would be eager to leave this environment. Who could blame them for being a bit intimidated when surrounded by giants? At least there were elevated paths attached to the wall, leading to balconies and tables set up to accommodate them. There were even platform paths hanging from the ceiling for when any smaller guests were around for an extended stay. Simple teleportation charms could take them there, eliminating the need for a long climb. He couldn’t help but wonder if those paths were in use at all today. Most likely, this event was to celebrate the treaty, so some of the humans, terrans, and even other species had probably travelled great distance to get here, too far to make the trip home this evening. He’d ask his steward to double check that all accommodations were set for overnight stays.

When he reached the area where the terran and human representatives were, they bowed, and he immediately waved it off, “That’s unnecessary. I prefer keeping a more casual environment. Please, make yourself comfortable while you’re here. Is there anything in particular that needs to be discussed today?” The smaller people were clearly surprised by his open, friendly demeanor. He knew his father had been a bit of a stickler for tradition at times, insistent on typical formalities. It had caught them off guard, but before long they were past the tension and able to talk to him more openly. He made sure his steward took notes as they discussed various matters. A caravan of performers had vanished while en route to perform on his side of the border. It wasn’t surprising that some would perform for giants, he knew several borderland towns welcomed the smaller people, knowing talent came in all sizes. A rogue Syor had caused trouble and been injured by their mages. He made sure to get a detailed description of both the missing performers and the troublemaker.

The terrans were ecstatic when he told the steward to put a priority on those matters, glad to see he was taking their matters seriously. Some giants would be dismissive of their troubles... This new ruler was clearly going to be an improvement. The steward dismissed himself to retrieve more paper, and just after he stepped away, the little folks brought up a new topic, one of the things he had been concerned about.

“We have a gift for you,”

Whatever it was, he had to act grateful, if only to make sure everything stayed on good terms.

“...something to show we are willing to put effort into maintaining positive relations with you and your kingdom.”

Oh gods, with the size difference, what if he accidentally broke whatever it was? That would be a disaster! They may take it as a show of disrespect, and there was no telling where that could lead!

“We have a few contacts here, and we’ve talked with them a great deal to find out what we could get you that you would actually like. It wasn’t easy.”

Connor went from worried to puzzled ... he didn’t have many interests, and he couldn’t think of anything they could provide. He read a lot, but they couldn’t possible get any books his size. He liked music, perhaps some enchanted object that played songs? He’d heard of statuettes of birds enchanted to sound like them, and self-playing instruments... but nothing compared to actually hearing a skilled musician or singer. But his greatest interest had always been in terrans themselves; he was fond of the idea of perhaps getting to know some of them or even befriend them, but there were no real gifts that could be given having to do with that interest.

Or so he thought.

His eyes widened when a couple of them escorted a clearly frightened girl to stand before him. While she was dressed up nicely, he was almost certain she had originally been lower class. If there had been some sort of lottery for this, a noble could easily bribe their way out. If not by some lottery, was she a criminal of some sort? Perhaps her family had sold her to pay off a debt? He couldn’t think of many alternate ways someone could end up in this situation. He remembered suddenly that their attention was on him, they were waiting for his reaction to this ‘gift’. He had wanted a companion... but he was a little uneasy at the idea of taking someone against their will. And with that look of fear, there was no doubting she was not here by choice. But no matter what he thought of the situation, he couldn’t offend the visiting diplomats.

He reached forward slowly, watching her attempt to back away, but the others holding her put. He gently closed his hand around her, slowly picking her up. She struggled to get loose and he had to tighten his grip slightly, if only to make sure she wouldn’t end up falling the long, and potentially deadly drop to the ground. Terrans, or humans, if that’s what she was, were a bit fragile in some ways. Long falls were dangerous for them. He brought her near his face, closing his eyes briefly and inhaling her scent. Lingering instinct from long ago surfaced, and before he realized what he was doing, he’d gently licked her, getting her arm and the side of her face wet. He blinked and lowered her slightly as he realized what he’d done, then looked back down at the small visitors. They didn’t look surprised, they knew enough about Syorians to know that even if they had been peaceful before the truce, they had never fully lost the predatory side of their nature, especially a hybrid like him. They were confident he wouldn’t hurt her, but also were fairly certain it wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

Connor finally found his voice again, “Thank you for such a.... thoughtful gift. She’ll be well cared for here.” His mind raced as he analyzed the situation. She’s a gift, and as such, they’ll expect me to keep her in my room. “I’ll have my people start setting up accommodations for her in my room.” He’d have to genuinely do that, some of the visitors would stay overnight and it had to look like he was pleased with his gift.

Was he? Was he happy with this kind of gift? He was somewhat torn on it. He had always wanted a terran companion; this should be a dream come true! And yet... seeing how scared she was... that wasn’t what he wanted at all. He didn’t want a companion that was terrified of him. Where was she even from? Her tan skin tone made her look somewhat more... exotic than the visiting diplomats. Or was that tan from working in the fields? He didn’t want to make her more nervous by looking for tan lines, the poor girl needed some time to calm down. What if she had come from far away? She may have never seen a giant before... or even known they exist!

Now that he knew what to do about where she would stay, what about during the celebration? He would have preferred to have let her ride on his shoulder, see what was going on, ever participate... but she was bordering on panic. If he put her there, she’d surely try to get away, and with how tall he was, that would lead to injury or even death. So he did the only thing he could think of. Grateful the jacket he wore had a pocket on the chest; he opened it and gently set her inside. Hopefully she’d be relatively comfortable in there. With luck, she’d calm down and he could talk to her later. Reassure her that she’d be okay with him, that he’d take care of her.

He listened to the terrans explain they had a chest of clothes in her size they would leave here for her, as well as other things he may lack despite his terran-friendly accommodations in part of the castle. Things like a hairbrush and other personal care items. They were quick to reassure that his accommodations were more than adequate; there wasn’t much they had to supply aside from clothing. His steward finally returned with more paper for notes as they praised how well prepared the accommodations were. Connor was grateful to have the man around again to assist with this, he always worried he might make a mistake dealing with small folks, but he could count on his steward to help if he made a mistake.

One of the visiting diplomats that brought the girl spoke up, “Since your new... friend... may be a bit too nervous to talk at first, her name is Naomi. Honestly, we half expected you to just eat the girl. We all know all too well your kind can do that without causing harm, and seeing your initial... reaction... it was a surprise when you put her in your pocket instead.“

Crap. He should have known the visiting diplomats would be well educated on his kind and know what was normal for them and what they enjoyed. He thought quickly on how to respond, “Well, she seemed a bit scared, I didn’t want to overwhelm her too much, and thought it would be better to talk with you rather than have my mouth full for a time tasting her.” The diplomat seemed to consider this, “Well the banquet is supposed to begin soon, is it not? So we’ll likely be taking a break from the discussion soon anyway, and on the same note, for that same reason the duration would be brief for her.”

Connor glanced briefly at his steward, hoping the man could help fill in a different excuse to not frighten the girl. The response was just an arched brow. Connor quickly guessed what that meant. He needed to play along. Needed to make sure the diplomats were convinced he was pleased with what they chose to give him, especially since it was something so different from normally done at such events. So he reached back in his pocket and gently scooped the girl out of his pocket again.

The diplomats and his steward were watching him. The girl had almost immediately tried to bolt off his hand, so he made sure to have enough grip that there was no risk of her falling. He could see she was scared, and he didn’t like the idea of scaring her more. But he also needed to appear enthusiastic about his ‘gift’. Diplomatic relations were extremely important... Maybe he could get away with just part of it.

He looked over the girl in his hand again. She really was pretty, and now that he looked closer, he noticed that while the dress was high quality, it had seemingly been designed to not cover as much skin as most outfits. He realized the dress had been designed specifically for this situation; to make her look fancy and appropriate to the event while also allowing him a good taste. He brought her close and inhaled her scent again. She smelled lovely... Her smell definitely made it tempting, despite the fact he disliked the idea of scaring her more. But it seemed he had little option in this particular situation, so he opened his mouth and gently placed her inside, immediately purring at her taste. He closed his lips quickly to assure she wouldn’t try to get out, mainly so she wouldn’t potentially fall.

As he closed his teeth and started to taste her, he noticed the diplomats talking amongst themselves a bit, then to his steward. They could all hear him purring, and apparently that was the indication they had been looking for as proof he enjoyed his gift. He wasn’t sure who he heard said it, but he definitely heard one of them comment on his purr. Then he heard his steward speak, “As you can no doubt hear now, King Connor is quite pleased with the gift. If none of you mind, I can continue to take notes on anything else you wish to discuss while he steps away to take his time... enjoying the gift. Perhaps you can even give me a bit more information on the girl.”

Thank goodness, an opening to step away. He didn’t want to swallow this poor girl... They said her name was Naomi, right? He nodded to the small diplomats politely and walked away, soon making his way to the back room again. He could feel the saliva building in his mouth from her taste... He didn’t want her to be too much of a mess, so he pinned the frightened, squirming girl with his tongue and swallowed the extra saliva. Once that was done, he opened his mouth and caught her as she scrambled out of his mouth. The girl seemed a bit overwhelmed by the experience, and was limp in his hand as he held her, so he tried to reassure her. “It’s alright... I’m sorry about that. Politics and all that... maintaining good relations is essential so I had to make sure I looked pleased with whatever gift was offered... I am sorry about tasting you like that.”

He wasn’t sure how much she was paying attention. He pulled out a handkerchief to set over her so she could start to clean up, and gently set her down on his desk. “Wait here a moment and I’ll go look up a cleaning charm... much more efficient than water. Should only take a moment.” He turned to his book shelf, looking over the books and finding the right one. “Here we go... You’ll be cleaned up in no time...” He pulled the book from the shelf and turned to face the girl... She was gone.

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[vore-scientist]

Demanding

[FLUFFY Safe, soft, willing, GT, non-romantic non-sexual M/f vore, fantasy setting. No additional warnings]

Proper Title Demanding: Yonah in Terra-Syor

Ok a little explanation is needed for this: IT'S NOT PART OF THE NORMAL MYSTIC WOODS. IT'S AN AU+ CROSSOVER SILLINESS

Been talking with @vixen525 (dA, tumblr) and we’ve been talking about fun crossovers with our worlds/characters and this came out of that! 

To set you up: Yonah, for whatever reason it’s not important for this story, got transported to the dimension/world of TerraSyor (which belongs to @vixen525 ), but in the process suffered memory loss (bc I wanted to be cliche as fuck and it makes things so much fun!!!). Giants in TerraSyor are called Syors or Syorians which are two subspecies. Check their dA for more information. They are a LOT larger than Yonah. But anyways. That’s kinda the set up, other things you need to know are explained in the story. 

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Like last time we find ourselves in the office of the King of the Giants (who is away on a diplomatic mission) on the giant desk which had a smaller human sized desk on the upper right hand corner. Only this time it is night, or rather early evening. Though in this northern region, the sun had gone down over an hour ago; the Chief Political Advisor is sitting at her desk with mage lights hanging around her.

With King Connor away, Naomi tended to bury herself in her work. Because her best friend, the aforementioned King, is not there and while she misses him she has a lot of work to catch up on! King Connor tends to let it pile up. Often by keeping her from being able to do it thanks to his favorite way to enjoy her company. So while she missed her friend, she was not about to let this opportunity go to waste!

She would stay up for days to finish the paperwork! She had done so before even against the orders of the castle’s human physician for her to maintain a proper sleep schedule. As if she could sleep without Connor! And she was reluctant to ask one of the castle staff for assistance. Once or twice she’d gone to Lana, but the former Queen and interim King wasn’t someone Naomi liked to bother much even if she was available. Always more than happy to help, extremely sweet, but a little overbearing.

Thankfully her new guard was there to get her proper rest every night! Well. He tried. One all nighter he was willing to allow; he would force her to sleep should she try two in a row.

Tonight was such a night, however it would prove to be much more interesting.

Grunting as he glanced at his pocket watch tick into later evening he stood up and feeling a bit playful he reduced himself from 23.5ft to 7.5ft tall. Even at his full size he was more than small enough to sit comfortably on Connor's desk. Naomi didn’t notice him walking up until he was pulling the politician from her chair. She protested and held onto the desk and Yonah pretended to let her be strong enough to hold herself there.

“No! I need to finish reviewing this trade negotiation!” she sounded serious but there was a hint of playfulness.

“You can review it in the morning, you were up all last night! I know you miss Connor, that’s why I’m here!”

“I’m your boss, you’re paid to protect me!”

“I’m not technically paid and apparently I need to protect you from yourself. Also I need to sleep too! How can I protect you if I’m exhausted” He had tried to sleep last night, Naomi in his arms, powered by caffeine and hyper fixation, and armed with her portable desk, she did not waiver.

And he did manage to nap a few times. Not for more than an hour total. He was disinclined to sleep while she worked for several reasons. Mostly her safety even if this was the most secure room in the palace. Assassins had still gotten in before! And because once he woke up buried in paper. He was sure he’d inhaled a page at some point. Such suspicions were confirmed a moment later when Naomi got mad at him for it. And for his snoring.

So no more sleeping on the job!

Finally Yonah yanked her away from her desk, and ripped the paper from her hand. “I’ll give you one chance to change into PJs or you’re going down as is!” He grinned.

She had not changed clothes in almost 36 hours… she sighed and agreed. Plus she needed a shower, even if it would be made pointless soon after. Very soon in fact, as they both put on PJs after drying off but before heading to Connor’s bedroom, which they both lived in. No this is not weird.

Now, with both in their PJs, and teeth brushed, it was time! Yonah had returned to his normal size a while ago and he picked up the human and locked her dark and sleep deprived eyes onto his own. Before he lowered her from eye level and shoved her into his mouth.

Now, Naomi was never enthusiastic to be eaten, at least, not by Yonah. Not by anyone but Connor really. It kinda sucked, a lot. Being swallowed was the worst part. Yonah, being almost five times shorter than Connor, could barely fit a human torso in his mouth and Naomi’s sides sometimes got bruised against his teeth, and even though it was a short trip down it always felt like she might be squeezed to death. But that wasn’t why she was so unhappy.

Yonah noticed her hesitation but didn’t say anything as he swallowed her down as quickly as he could, and then promptly made his way to Connor’s chambers. Maybe the motion of his gate would lull his passenger. It was a fair distance even for Yonah, at 23.5ft, navigating a Castle meant for much larger giants. But the wash chamber was nearby to make it more convenient for Naomi. Soon he was in the bedroom and making his way to his own bed that was tucked into a corner of the room. It was a four poster with a canopy, and curtains, which gave it a feel of a box or a container, or cage… which wasn’t a bad thing, in fact it kinda felt familiar but he was sure he’d never been caged in such a way.

Yet sleep did not come. Specifically Naomi couldn’t sleep. As he climbed into his bed he felt Naomi shift. So much so it was clear she hadn’t woken due to his movements. Normally such little hints of struggle lulled him, but he could sense her restlessness and with him being in charge of her wellbeing, his worry chased away any lulling effect.

“Something wrong Naomi?” He sat at the side of his bed, feet on the ground, and pressed a hand to his belly, pleasantly full with the small human woman. She didn’t seem to appreciate this.

“It’s nothing!” She kicked, knowing it didn’t hurt him but he still grunted for her edification.

“That’s a lie, you need to tell me,” he rubbed at her.

He heard her sniff.

“This is. So different from when Connor eats me… it’s so confining!!” though her tone carried an air of falsehood.

“Do… you want me to spit you up? Will you sleep if I hold you in my arms?” Yonah knew full well that Naomi was from a tropical kingdom, used to warm humid nights, and was so accustomed to sleeping in Connor’s stomach that the cool dry air of the giant’s castle made it hard for her to fall asleep.

“I just miss Connor!” She finally wailed softly. Oh. This wasn’t a problem he could fix, and he was about to suggest he cast a reversal of his reduction so that he was closer to Connor’s size, if only briefly. But The problem wasn’t his size, the problem was he wasn’t Connor, so it was unlikely to help.

Yonah still held his stomach, he could feel her shaking as she cried under his hand. There wasn’t anything he could do.

Then his keen ears picked up a new sound and he stiffened. Naomi was too preoccupied to notice at first. Until he poked at his stomach, and with that poke was able to convey an air of novel concern.

“Wha-”

“I hear something-”

“Surely not an assassin, Connor’s not even-”

Shhhh - he pressed his hand forcefully down, feeling her squish in frustration. The sound was distant and small, he needed her to be silent. As emotional Naomi was, she knew that this took precedence. In fact she was a bit worried. What if it was a an assassin, or a slayer! Technically any slayer after Connor is also an assassin given his status as King.

“Yonah if you eat an assassin without spitting me up-”

“The fuck!? That’s horrid, and please, quiet-” he said at a whisper. It was probably the lack of sleep combined with missing Connor that had her so delirious that she even thought he would make her sit in his stomach if he caught someone. Now that he was thinking about it too and it made him a bit sick to his stomach. But he forced such images away to focus on the sound.

“Oh!” he said as he realized what it was. It wasn’t one he heard very often. “That’s the human door!”

Naomi sat up, curious but not without some concern. “You’re sure?”

“Very sure, and it sounds a bit frantic”

“I doubt it’s trouble... “

They sat there for another minute.

“Still knocking” Yonah reported.

Naomi shifted like she was thinking. Then Yonah heard the door unlock, open, and then the quick steps of bare feet across the stone floor, headed right for him! Him and Naomi! Quickly he put on his glasses, withdrew the curtains, and peered into the darkness.

The figure passed through a section of the floor that had a spot of moonlight shining down from a window and Yonah startled but chuckled as he saw the plump female form.

“It’s Dani!” he said.

He thought that would make Naomi relax but the way she flopped over she wasn’t relieved as much as suspicious.

And her suspicions were confirmed when Dani climbed right into the bed and dropped what a moment ago had been a human sized book, now the correct size for him, into his lap with a THUP. Yonah anticipated the next sentences out of her mouth as, hands on her hips, she glared at him with fierce confidence.

“Eat me! Read to me!”

Yonah was acutely aware that his hand was STILL over his stomach, and Naomi had gone still, but he wasn’t worried about that. While he loathed to turn Dani down, his stomach was already occupied. This wasn’t really up to him.

Having also gotten little sleep his first emotion was annoyance, then anger. But no. He wouldn't lash out. Instead hesmiled kindly down at Dani, scooping her up in his free hand and kissing her chubby cheek, stroking the back of her head. Then he rubbed at his stomach and looked down, Dani looking as well.

“Only if Naomi says it’s ok”

Even in the dark He could see Dani’s face get red.

“I- didn’t realize-” she flicked her eyes back to Yonah’s which in the darkness glowed softly. “I’m having trouble sleeping, so I thought- even if you don't eat me…”

Naomi sighed with her entire body. Seemed like Yonah’s services were in high demand tonight. Still. The idea of Yonah eating Dani along with her… The chamber that was his stomach was so small that Naomi filled up most of the space already. Yonah said he could do it, eat more than one person, but was now the time for him to prove it? As a test she stretched out the space a bit. With her massaging it graciously gave way, not as much as she would have liked, but better than nothing. Another sigh, and then she deflated.

“Misery loves company, she can’t make it worse!”

Yonah grimaced, he wasn’t so sure about that. But then looked back at Dani who was snuggling into his arm, smiling softly. She hadn’t heard Naomi’s reply. Though now with Naomi’s permission, Yonah couldn’t see himself not eating Dani. One person in his belly was pretty great. But two? Wonderful. Delightful. The ideal amount of stuffed for a perfect and well deserved night’s rest. So he jostled his arm and Dani looked up at him.

“Naomi said it was alright” he kissed her cheek again, this time sticking out the tip of his tongue to get a brief taste, for soon he would get the full experience.

Dani’s eyes lit up, “Really! Then what are you waiting for?”

The light chuckle that came from Yonah shook Naomi who couldn’t help but giggle as Yonah said “Nothing, I’m just not feeling rude enough tonight to not warn Naomi that she’s about to have company.” He pressed fingers into his stomach to make sure she was listening. Since she could hear him speak, his statement to Dani was all the warning she needed.

He held Dani up to his mouth and opened his jaws wide, placing his tongue over his teeth so she could crawl in. There was more flavor on Dani tonight, she must have used some new bath salts. Yonah had recently caught onto Dani’s attempts to find a combination of salts that would be nearly irresistible to him, but since the magic flavors of the salts were designed for Syorians, there hadn’t been much success. He still held her in his mouth for longer than he had done Naomi, enjoying the new and interesting flavor that complimented her natural one.

There wasn't much space with her halfway in his mouth but he could still move his tongue enough to make Dani squirm a bit, laugh a bit. Until he tipped his head back, and he pushed her in a little further as gravity helped slide her to his throat and he took a swallow. While he liked to take his time with this too, as the stretching was painful but in a good way, his airway was completely cut off, he had to continue to swallow. Slowly but steadily. Naomi was also scrambling a bit, probably to make room. That felt nice. When he took a deep breath as her body slipped past his collar and allowed him to breath he could feel the pressure in his chest.

“Hey!” he heard Dani yelp and his own breath caught! As he felt something he hadn’t in a while.

Her hands had only left the esophagus, her head not even breaching into the chamber, when strong hands took her wrists and pulled her in. While their safety charms produced light, they had both set them to be dim in anticipation of sleeping, but not pitch black just yet, they needed to get settled in some semblance of comfort in the confined space.

“Hi Naomi!” Dani said as she tried to get off of the woman of much higher authority. That mostly failed but at least she wasn’t on top of Naomi anymore. More laying across.

This wasn’t the first time they’d done this, but it had only been a once or twice before. So adjusting to being so squished wasn’t very quick. They had to move around a lot to experiment with different positions. Yonah hummed small vibrations as they made their various attempts, and his constant poking and pressing at them did not help, but neither did they tell him to stop.

Oh it was a great day, or night, when he got to eat two people! And two of his favorite people in this world. Friends always tasted better. And every shove was a small burst of joy for him as he sat, completely content.

Finally the movement stopped but yonah didn’t notice until one of them, probably Dani, did her best to kick his insides.

“The book, Yonah? You’re not getting this full belly for free you know!” that was Dani, and Naomi laughed.

“Naomi needs to sleep, Dani!”

He felt the women shift a bit and had a hushed discussion that he couldn’t hear well enough.

“I’ll fall asleep faster if you read! Your voice is very soothing.” That statement was accompanied by stroking against his insides.

Placing all of his pillows behind him so he was sitting up for maximum comfort, he picked up the book. There was a bookmark in it but disregarded it. This was Warrior Mages: Into the Feywild, the first story from a series he’d not read before. Of course being from another world (not to mention his loss of memory from the interdimensional travel), he hadn’t read most book series. This one in particular he’d wanted to read, on Dani’s recommendation. Sneaky little human!

The effect wasn’t immediate but it was much quicker than he’d have bet on, as he could soon hear light snores coming from his midsection. He’d barely made it a second chapter in, and while he’d been hooked he was also on the verge of passing out. Keeping his voice low he told Dani this, laying a hand lightly over his stomach. She only responded with some strokes from the other side of his flesh. Still awake but not about to insist he keep reading.

Very carefully and very slowly he adjusted his position and pillows so that he was laying down. The weight of the humans settling in his gut, he kept his hand over the spot, using his other to pull up a thin blanket.

Apparently the night's adventures were not over however, as only 2 hours later the door burst open with the King’s early, loud, dead of night return. Yonah thanked the gods the didn’t think to shout for his friend. But the crash of the door and the approaching thunderous footsteps were just as infuriating.

Taking note that Naomi was not as her desk, Connor made a beeline for the small bed in the corner, dropped to his knees, leaned down, and drew the curtains without warning, though he was met with the angry, tired gaze of his little, doll sized guard who was sitting up, clearly stuffed with the king’s favorite treat. A little too stuffed if Connor was inclined to notice, but he was not. Yonah’s mane of jet black curly hair was also in the most amusing state, which Connor did notice but didn’t care about.

His eyes were wide, pupils dilated, and he had a massive fanged grin on his face like a child looking at both a pet rabbit and a piece of chocolate cake.

“Spit her up!” he said without any more pretense. His voice devoid of consideration for the time of night.

Yonah put his hands defensively over his stomach, “Welcome back, Your Majesty.” The two humans in his belly waking up slower than he, but upon Yonah’s words Naomi called out as well.

“Connor’s back! Let me out!!”

The pointed ears of the king flicked to catch the voice of his friend and favorite snack.

Normally he’d obey a direct order from The King. Without question he would follow identical orders from the King and his second in command. But he was sleep deprived, no mood to deal with a demanding royal, and more so no mood to give up his treats! So delightfully full. He deserved this. The King could fucking wait.

“No.” he growled, making his eyes glow.

Connor blinked in surprise. A bit confused and taken aback at this blatant disrespect for his authority.

“What do you mean, no?” He narrowed his eyes surely his guard wasn’t disobeying him!

“What do you mean, no!!” Naomi’s voice rang out. Dani stayed silent, not really her place to intervene.

Connor’s ears flicked back and forth, switching between showing frustration and staying locked on Naomi’s voice.

“Yonah if you dont spit her up, I’ll-”

Yonah glared “Do what!? Fire me? Punish me? If you do, I hope you Have fun finding another guard, You had such great luck before.”

Connor’s hand had started to reach for him but stopped at Yonah’s threat. He knew Yonah wouldn’t really quit. But he finally noticed the bags under yonah’s eyes as the fire and sleep deprived fueled angry otherworldly half-giant continued to glare at him. Then pulled the curtains closed before the king could respond. The bed chamber was brightly lit now but the curtains, though translucent, were designed to keep most light out.

A smile crept onto Yonah’s face as he heard Connor continue to grumble yet stood up and walked away. He lay back down and fell asleep quickly as Naomi continued to complain while Dani regretted her choice of bed for the night.

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Defying Certain Death Part 1

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future: While this part is relatively tame, future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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The giant watched the woman back up as he stood to his full height, looking down at her. He could see the fear in her eyes, smell her fear scent as she watched his movements. He was very familiar with the smell of fear; humans and terrans alike feared his kind. They had good reason to fear Syors. The woman no doubt realized that she could not possibly outrun him, that she was already close enough that he wouldn’t have to even try to chase. She couldn’t possibly get out of his reach before he could grab her.

He leaned over, watching the woman look quickly for some form of hiding place, although there was none. She barely had time to turn away and start to move before his hand closed around her and he lifted her up. She didn’t squirm much or try to get loose, simply closing her eyes.

“Please… I don’t want to die…”

-----3 weeks ago-----

He didn’t know how long he’d lain here now, but he’d given up hope. The rockslide had trapped him, and he had reached the point he lacked hope. Even with such great strength, he lacked a way to move the stones. He had no doubt that if he were able to get at least a little loose, he could move individual rocks with ease… but with the large pile on top of him, he couldn’t even move enough to reach stones to free one arm.

He was going to die here. He didn’t want to, but it seemed inevitable. By now he hardly even bothered to look around anymore. He was sore and injured, and lacked a food source. The injuries didn’t kill him, so he was going to starve. He had gotten lucky for water, there had been light rain a couple of times, barely enough to keep him hydrated, but it had helped. He just couldn’t get free and he couldn’t get food.

As he thought on the matter, ears perked slightly at the sound of movement. Another of the wild sheep? Perhaps if he was still and quiet, it would come within reach. Then he heard cursing. He hesitantly peeked, trying not to open his eyes enough to be noticed. The first thing he noticed was the red color of the young woman’s dress, how its bright shade stood out against the dull colors of the rock and dirt. A terran. Or perhaps a human, but either way, it was one of the little folk that giants like himself greatly enjoyed as prey. He watched the girl make her way lower, nearer to him, and fought back a smile. She was close… perhaps he might yet get a meal.

He watched her come nearer, then kneel to gather some sort of plants. She had managed to come down the steep rocks… but she would almost certainly have to walk the lower path to get out. The lower path that lay right before his hand.

He stretched his hand out as best he could, tilting it so it was angled like a wall blocking her path. He grinned slowly as the movement got her attention and her eyes went wide. The dirt from the rockslide had caused him to blend in, and she hadn’t even noticed him. His grin revealed the double set of fangs that served as the most obvious difference between his kind and the more gentle Syorians.

He moved to grab her, but was immediately reminded of just how bad the rockslide had pinned him. He couldn’t move his hand enough to grasp her, to pull her into his mouth. Both the brief feeling of hope and his cheerful expression faded immediately. He really was going to starve here. Prey came within reach and he couldn’t even move enough to get it into his mouth. Slowly he lowered his hand, letting it lay limp as he sighed and closed his eyes.

After a moment, he felt a small hand rest on one of his pinned hands. He opened his eyes, surprised to see the girl had come near enough to touch him. Perhaps taunting him because he couldn’t do anything to her? He felt miserable, and just wanted it to be over with.

“You are in pretty bad shape, aren’t you? Can’t even move… I suppose you would be displeased to rely on help from one like myself… but…” The woman sighed slightly, looking away briefly, “I will help you.” The Syor was immediately surprised, hesitating briefly before asking, “You… are going to… Do you not realize what I am?” She returned her gaze to him, then nodded slightly, “Yes… a Syor… and I do know the difference between Syor and Syorians… but it would be wrong to abandon a person, no matter their species, that is in need.” After a moment she patted lightly with her hand that rest on his finger, “I am going to go get you a bit of food and some rope. I’ll be back soon.” He watched her leave, feeling certain he would never lay eyes on her again.

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Defying Certain Death Part 16

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Characters in Distress; Unwilling Prey; Fatal Vore; Violence; Torture

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Barrett was confused, but that was happening a lot since he met Hope. It had been a whole week since he took her to town to get amazing clothing and she hadn’t seemed to cheer up or start to trust him at all. Twice he caught her sneaking off; including the same night he bought her clothes. Why hadn’t pretty new clothing made her like him more? It happened again when he brought her supplies from another trader wagon he stopped. Why didn’t she like him bringing her human stuff? He had even made sure to eat the humans before bringing her their stuff so she wouldn't know what he had done… He saw her cook using the food supplies. She wore the clothing. The wagon even had some jewelry in it and she didn’t even touch it! It was very bizarre.

She had smiled when he brought back a rather fat buck this afternoon. He let her take some before eating the rest, and watching her cut off the pieces she desired had been fascinating. She didn’t even seem to mind the blood. 

Now he watched her washing her clothing in the lake. At least she was wearing the pretty outfit he bought for her again. That made him happy. He got up from where he sat on the cot he had bought to stay here after he realized he would be staying long term. He couldn’t go back to his house with her. The other syor and the few human and beastfolk... allies syor occasionally had would not be kind to her. So he had to stay here while he figured it out. He would have to get a tent if he stayed here much longer, rainy season would come in time. He watched her turn to look when he stood, and spoke to her, trying to keep his tone soft to at least try to be less scary to her, “I’m going hunting. You seem to have plenty so I won’t worry about bringing more meat back. I’ll be back soon.”

Barrett made sure Hope settled back into what she was doing, then walked off between the trees. When hunting, his kind could move uncannily quiet. You would think the movement was a much smaller creature, if you noticed at all. He headed past where the deer would frequent, wanting a different kind of prey. It took him a while, but he found his way to the road sometimes used by human travelers and caravans. Idiot humans... they should know being on this side of the border is a risk. Well, their stupidity would benefit him.

He waited a few hours, sniffing the air occasionally, flicking up the dark membrane that let him see energy signatures occasionally to watch for prey... Then finally, something appealing. Someone riding a horse. He’d prefer multiple, but he could make do with one. He waited until they were close, then burst out past the trees. The man turned the horse and kicked it to a gallop, but Barrett was close enough he didn’t need to fear wearing out before catching up. He burst into a sprint, and having removed his shoes earlier for hunting, his clawed nails helped him grip the ground better for the chase. Before long he snatched up the horse and rider, grinning at his catch. “Oh that was a nice chase, little human.” He sniffed to savor the scent of his meal, and paused. He sniffed again.

He walked back to where he left his shoes as he considered the situation, biting the struggling horse in half and swallowing, then finishing off the equine. He wasn’t sure what to do about this... unusual human. At the very least he could taste the human while he thought about it. He licked over the struggling morsel as he put his shoes back on, then spat the man, now covered in bloody saliva, into his hand. His decision was made. He would take this human back to Hope. Nothing else had pleased her, maybe bringing back a human that smelled and tasted similar to her would cheer her up.

Barrett reached the camping site again, sitting down near the lake. Hope was folding her now dry clothing, and glanced over when she heard water splash.  Barrett had dunked the hand holding the strange man in the water. He moved it around a bit, then pulled his hand out, checking the human in his hand to see that he caught his breath, then dunking him again. Once again he swished the human around to get most of the saliva and horse blood off, then pulled him out once again. Barrett examined the man in his hand as Hope stared at him in confusion, clearly puzzled by this unique behavior. Barrett smiled, then set the human he brought back down in front of Hope as he said, “I brought this human back when I smelled he is related to you.”

Barrett cocked his head, watching Hope seem to freeze as she stared at the man. He smiled when she said, “Dad?” But frowned when he realized the tone of her voice hadn’t been happy. He watched as she backed up a few steps and stumbled to fall back. He leaned in to look at her... she looked terrified. Like when he first got free of the rocks. He listened to the man talk nicely to Hope, calling her sweetheart and such... but he wasn’t paying much attention to that. He did this to make Hope happy. She was not happy. He scooped her up into one hand, and grabbed the man with the other. The man was still trying to be all nice, thanking Barrett for bringing him to his daughter... Barrett wasn’t liking this man now.

Barrett held Hope up near his face, “Hope? Hope calm down... this man... your father... makes you scared?” He watched her nod. He frowned, “Then I shall show you what I do to things that threaten you. You are mine now and I will protect you.” He set her down on a thick tree branch so she would be elevated and have a better view. He smiled at her, holding the man firmly in his grip. The man, who definitely noticed something was wrong, was begging. Barrett did not care for pleas, he only cared about Hope. “He will never hurt you again. Nobody will ever hurt my Hope.”

Once she was secure in the tree, he settled in where he sat, examining the man in his grip, finally paying attention to the begging. “Seems my Hope is scared of you. You hurt her. So, I will hurt you.” He dragged a claw tip over the man’s arm, eliciting a cry of pain. Barrett smirked, “I could just eat you. Bite down on you, crush your body in my teeth, end you in an instant. But that would be merciful; I want to have a little fun.”

“Hope... saved a syor? Saved you?” The man said in shock. Barrett smiled, “She did, that makes her mine. Which means eliminating threats like you.” Barrett slowly tightened his grip until his pointed ears picked up a crack. He stopped as his ears twitched at the gasp of pain. He brought up his other hand, resting the tip of a claw against the man’s exposed shoulder, “Aww; that was barely a whimper. I can do better than that. What should I hurt next? I don’t want to kill you. you wouldn’t make delightful struggles in my belly...”

Barrett loosened his hold but before the man could even contemplate trying to flee, he drove a claw into his leg. “Ah ah ah, no running away.” He retracted his claw back just a bit, then placed the tip over the man’s crotch, pressing down to cut but not sever, “No... that would make you bleed too much. Hmm...” He then took a claw and scraped off some skin from his leg with the sharp edge of a claw, then licked his claw clean. “Not the best tasting human, but you’ll do.”

He grabbed the man between his fingers, and held him up to his mouth. He forced him to stick out an arm, and put it between his teeth. He bit slowly as the man screamed and struggled, crushing the arm with his teeth but not removing it. He didn’t want to kill the man immediately. He wanted him to suffer for hurting and scaring Hope. He released his hold on the arm, then dangled the suffering man in front of his face. “Don’t pass out on me. I want you to give me a struggle.” He went to stick a leg in his mouth when he heard a whimper from Hope, then focused on her again. “Hope?” He frowned... she looked more scared than before. “Hope... He hurt you. So I am getting rid of the threat... Why are you scared? He can’t hurt you?”

Barrett considered a moment, and decided trying to make Hope calm down was more important than punishing the man. He popped the man into his mouth, savoring the taste for a moment before swallowing; then plucked Hope from the tree and set her in his palm. “Don’t be scared, Hope. He’ll never hurt you again. Nobody will. He’ll struggle and fuss until the acid until his legs are too damaged to support him. He’ll die in there and be gone forever and will never hurt you again.” He brought her to her face to nuzzle her, but paused when she cringed back. He thought a moment, then proceeded to nuzzle her despite the reaction. “You are mine. Nobody takes or hurts what’s mine.”

He wasn’t trying to scare her, and didn’t fully understand why she seemed more scared now, but he would later be grateful that she seemed to no longer try to escape him. He hadn’t liked her trying to escape, and while he didn’t like that she wasn’t talking to him like when he was trapped, he also had already made up his mind to keep her.

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Defying Certain Death Part 19

Dual posted to my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future and Previous: While this part is relatively tame, future and previous parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Upon leaving town, Barrett paused to look around, flicking up the tertiary eyelid to check for signs of life. Good. No other syor or their minions had noticed Hope and followed. No partner harpies scouting the area. He tensed his stomach, the motions of regurgitation becoming more familiar. It was still annoying to release a human. But for Hope it was worth it. He felt her on his tongue again after bringing her up. While the weight in his stomach had been nice while he had been back in the syor town, he had missed seeing her and missed her scent. Back to the uncomfortable woods, away from his fine house… for her sake. He would eventually have to find a more permanent solution.

Meanwhile he plucked her from his mouth, using a cloth to wipe her off a bit. A fresh one he had retrieved from his house, softer and cleaner, and with a nicer pattern than the handkerchief he had been using before. Laying it over her shoulders to protect from any chilling breezes. “There we are little one. Couldn’t have you out while other syor were around… but now I can show you some of my treasure! Not all of it of course, couldn’t carry it all, but if I’m going to get you fancy things, I needed some more funds.” 

He watched her pull the cloth around her shoulders like a blanket. Why was that so cute to watch? Is this what syorians feel towards humans? Why they don’t have humans as meals? He hoped he didn’t start feeling like this towards more than Hope. Food could be hard to come by! He couldn’t be picky when hunting!

He closed his eyes. Best not to think about it. He looked at Hope again, reaching into his bag with his spare hand and pulling out a beautiful blue sapphire. “Here! Look at this one! Sapphires are at the center of the king’s crown, you know, so obviously they are the best. This one is very clear, no blemishes.” He cocked his head… she wasn’t looking at the sapphire he put by her at all! Why didn’t she focus on the gem? He heard her muttering something. His ear twitched as he tried to understand… something about her dad… and the thieves? What was she talking about them for, they were dead and gone…

Humans were very confusing. “Hope… this gem is very special to my collection… So you should look at it… because you are a special human. Don’t think about things dead and gone. I will show you pretty things and you can look at them and be happy.” He decided to try the next item, setting an emerald ring next to her. “I actually made this one. You can see it’s a little rough, was my first time making jewelry. Took several retries to get it how I wanted. Perhaps if I learn the spell to get small, I can make jewelry for you.” Barrett was disappointed she wasn’t reacting much, but tried a few more times before just starting back towards camp, he could try again later. Maybe she needed to calm down because she knew how dangerous a syor town could be.

When he tried to interact with her the next day it wasn’t better. If anything it was worse. He set her down to watch her make breakfast but  she didn’t put the same effort in as usual. It was not for lack of supplies, her food cart was full, so that did not make sense. He didn’t know anything about the weird way humans and syorians prepared food, but he definitely had grown to understand the amount of time and care she put into the task. She’d also used the supplies to make other things that didn’t use food in them. Seeing her eating stuff straight from the cart was… odd. She had plenty of time to sleep while in his belly, so she shouldn’t be tired, right? So he just watched her, waiting until she seemed done to try to show her the sapphire again. He frowned when she cringed from his reaching hand. Why was she like that? He had told the truth like any proper syor should and she had been unharmed! It didn’t make sense to him. 

The next couple days Hope showed no improvement, in fact she got worse.. At first he was pleased that she no longer cringed away from his hands, until he realized it was due to failing strength. Every day she grew more quiet. Every day she ate less and less. Only occasionally did she prepare even a small fire to cook with. Now that he was paying more attention he noticed a few more bizarre things: she had more moisture on her clothing, even though she was not very active, and was resting under a tree. And her scent… it was different. just slightly off… saltier perhaps? And the scent itself was stronger than it normally was. He didn’t like it. He wanted her to smell like she did before, and talk to him like she did before.

He thought about what happened before her behavior got worse. He had enjoyed having her in his belly, where no other Syor could harm her or even taunt her... but he did not like how she was acting now. He did not like that she cowered like when he first got free of the rocks, and now he did not like that she wasn’t… She had been starting to talk to him again! And now he did not like that she wasn’t.... He did not like this... but he did not know how to get his Hope back to how she was when he was trapped and she was saving him.

Taking her to the tailor to get fine clothing hadn’t improved her mood the first time, nor did trying to show gems, jewelry, and precious metals this time. Nothing he tried worked and it frustrated him. New fancy things always made him happy! He lay on the cot in the tent he had bought, his little human under his hand on his chest. At least she seemed to enjoy laying on his chest as long as he didn't disturb her much. He thought back to when he was trapped. She had been collecting plants… she had seemed happy when he was watching her before she saw him. She had been taking something off the top of the plant, but he didn’t understand what or why. 

Again he wondered if she might be a terran, rather than an average human. Of course she was above average, she was special.  Terrans were like humans, only born with a magical affinity for one element. Like the geomancers who set the trap. But Hope was not a geomancer or she would have used earth  magic to free him. Perhaps she had an affinity for water, or plants.  Or perhaps she was an average human and was using spells. With spells, non-terrans could still learn magic, just like giants could even though all giants had in-born magic. Anyone could learn magic if they wanted. His kind… did not usually want to do so.  “Hope? Are you a terran? If you are, you haven’t used your magic lately or I would have smelled you are terran… but you were after plants when I found you…” He paused, waiting for an answer. But got none.

He moved his hand and lifted her up to look at her. Usually even scared she answered direct questions… She was acting odd. He sniffed at her, holding her close to his face and squinting to focus better. She seemed a little pale. She felt warmer and was shivering… Was she sick? Was it his fault? Her clothes were wet again… this wasn’t right! “Hope? What is going on? Why are you wet and shivering? Why is your scent odd?” He got no answer… but she touched her throat and shook her head. “You… something with your neck?”

Barrett was confused and upset. He didn’t know enough about humans to understand what might be wrong. But he understood enough to know something definitely is wrong. He tried to think… he had been sick before and his whole body ached and shivered and his eyes, especially his tertiary eyelid, would pound in his skull. Did humans get sick the same that syor and syorian did? They didn't have a special eyelid, but besides that… would they feel the same? And would the same treatments help?

Barrett stroked Hope’s hair. Now that he wasn’t trying to get her to talk and was just holding and looking at her, she just lay down in his palm. She looked tired even though she hadn’t been doing much. Even though she had seemed unhappy after the trip to the syor town, she wasn’t trying to avoid him. He saw she was shivering and cupped his other hand over her to provide warmth. He would have to go to the syorian town. They spent time around small folk. They would know more about humans like Hope.

Barrett reached the town quickly, growling more than usual at anyone who even looked at him wrong. He needed to think. He knew the man at the fruit stand was talented in healing magic, but wasn’t a trained physician. He needed an actual doctor this time. He paused. Snarled at someone who came too close as he clutched his precious human to his chest. He would need to ask for help. But he didn’t want anyone besides a doctor near what his problem was and nobody was going to want to talk to him while he was acting like this… he would have to be insistent.. He walked over to a herbalist’s stand, shoving aside a customer who seemed to be finishing a purchase. Just a worthless naga. Lucky they weren’t out in the woods… a mid sized naga like this one would be a few days of meat. He started talking to the herbalist to get information about a local small folk doctor, moving the hand covering Hope as he gestured while speaking. He first had to convince the lady he hadn’t done anything to Hope he just needed to know where a doctor who treats small folk is. Then Hope’s weight vanished from his hand.

A roar erupted from him as he slashed his claws through the tail of the naga that had stolen her.  His claws easily sliced through the scales and flesh, even scratching at the bone. Miraculously the naga did not drop Hope as she jerked back, “Take it easy! You said you needed a doctor!” That’s when Barrett finally took in the fact that this naga he had previously shoved aside was wearing the telltale light blue jacket with the medical rune on it that doctors wore. Barrett frowned, “Oh… sorry… but you just… took her. I thought someone stole her…” The naga sighed, “I was stopping by here to get more ingredients for treatments… heard how frantic you were.” Her tail twitched as with one deft hand she did… something… to slow the bleeding. . “You owe me a wound salve, very expensive, and I need to have my nurse heal me properly before I actually work on this human.”

The naga set the girl back on Barrett’s hand, “I am far too injured to slither now so you will carry me,” the doctor insisted. Barrett frowned, but did not object. The naga was much smaller than him, but also a fair bit bigger than Hope. Stood maybe 20ft tall? Easy for a giant to carry. Barrett used his free hand to pick up the naga, letting it’s tail droop over his arm. The naga gave directions to the clinic, actually not far from the herb stand and an alchemist. Barrett used his back to push the door open, then walked over to the counter where a syorian nurse was making notes. The nurse arched a brow at the sight of claw marks on the doctor before stepping around to pick up the doctor and heal her. 

The lady doctor spoke to the male nurse about what happened, the nurse stealing a surprised glance at Barrett upon hearing that he, a syor, wanted the human treated. “How unusual. Syor aren’t usually so defensive over the few minions that are kept…” Barrett gave a snarl, “Hope is no minion! She is precious, special.” The nurse looked even more shocked, “That… I haven’t heard a syor speak of a human like that… but Doctor Lenora is very good at what she does.” Barrett was starting to calm at the reassurance of this doctor’s skill. He held out his hand with hope and the nurse sighed, “Take her to the room over there. Normally we take them to the small folk rooms, but she is in poor shape so please take her to the giant room instead. The doctor will be in to see you once I have taken care of her injuries.” Barrett frowned briefly before heading into the room. His ears perked as he overheard the conversation in the other room. The doctor was complaining about needing healing and to wash up blood. Barrett almost laughed when he heard the nurse reply, “-Your own damn fault. You could see how possessive he is and you know better than to take something from a syor. Honestly, I’m surprised you aren’t closer to dead than alive.”

Exactly, Barrett silently agreed, dumb naga’s own fault she got clawed. 

After a few minutes, the doctor entered from a side door sized perfectly for her. “Good morning. I am Dr Lenora McCoy. Seems you have a new patient for me.” Barrett was tense at the doctor’s presence, so calm after he had just attacked her, even if the wounds were now partially healed and bandaged up. He nodded. “Hope isn’t speaking to me. She smells odd, stronger and seems to be shivering,” Barrett explained as he lowered his hand for the doctor to examine Hope. He growled as he noticed the doctor moving Hope into a different position and putting something to her ear. “What are you doing to my Hope? Be careful with her.” McCoy paused, “My job. At the moment checking her temperature. The illness seems to be hitting her far harder than it should… Has she been under abnormal stress? That can weaken the immune system…” Barrett frowned and looked away as he thought. Had she handled the trip to town worse than he thought? “I… had to visit my house. In a syor town. I suspect knowing where we were was hard on her even if she was safe in my belly.” He noticed the doctor arch a brow, but stayed silent as she continued to examine Hope.

Barrett watched closely, occasionally growling at how the naga interacted with Hope, but trying to keep his possessive instinct under control. The naga had coaxed her to sit up, and was currently looking in her mouth. Barrett wasn’t sure why Hope’s mouth needed to be looked at. Everything the doctor did seemed pointless or unimportant. It took pressing her for answers several times before she caught on, and she started to explain everything she was doing. And yet his nerves were still on end. He tried to explain. Many times. Didn’t she understand how hard it was? He was allowing someone, a stranger, another predator, to interact with his precious Hope while she was vulnerable. His own predatory instincts were heightened just being near injured prey, and occasionally that prey’s injured tail was still twitching. He could not be distracted. 

Barrett’s ears perked again as the naga spoke softly to Hope, and a deep growl left his throat as he slammed his claws into the table next to her. “Did I hear you asking her about leaving me? Do you want to end up dead? Right now you are taking care of my Hope but if you take her from me I won’t hesitate. I will bite off your tail before devouring the rest of you, and I won't care if it gets me banished from town” The doctor tensed, “It’s my job to make sure she is safe and well. Normally with a syor is not safe.” 

“No, that is my job!” Barrett snarled. Then he went quiet as he considered, “I see… you are trying to protect her. Like I do. So this is an exception. She is mine to protect.” 

Dr McCoy seemed uncertain for a moment but nodded, “Alright… based on my examinations she likely has a bad upper respiratory infection.” Seeing Barrett's blank but accepting expression she continued, “Her illness has weakened her and caused damage to her throat. She needs soup and other soft things to eat until she recovers. But she is not well enough to cook for herself. It looks like she did mix some sort of medicine to help with it, but the alchemist next door can provide something a bit better since she doesn’t have the strength to brew her own concoctions.” 

The doctor considered for a moment, “You clearly want to help her, make her well again, right?” Barrett hesitated a moment with naga staring expectantly at him but nodded, “Yes. She is special. I want her well again.” He cocked his head, watching McCoy rub her forehead, “And I assume you will not tolerate leaving her with us?” Barrett growled at even the mere suggestion of it. “My point made,” she said a bit more sternly, “Hope needs rest, hydration, and nutrition more than anything. Medicines from the alchemist will help, but without rest and food she will get worse. I will write out what to get from the alchemist, and since you will refuse to leave her in our care, providing her with said care, including specialized meals, will be up to you.”

Barrett nodded with only a hint of reluctance. “I will ensure she recovers,” he said with more conviction. 

 “Glad you understand. Since my nurse is the same size as you he will explain how a giant your size cares for a sick human,” McCoy said, writing out what needed to be gotten from the alchemist next door. “These potions… they should help ease her symptoms a fair bit. My nurse will have suggestions on how you can care for her.” The naga held out the paper with the large writing to Barrett. Barrett took it, glancing it over and then reaching to pick up Hope. 

Barrett was not happy the doctor still seemed so unsure he could properly care for his Hope, so he decided to prove his point about how she was his to take care of. He made sure he was gentle as he scooped her up into his palm, “Don’t worry Hope. I’ll get you better. Even if I have to learn that weird way you make your food. I’ll figure out what to do.” He looked up at the doctor again, “Thank you.” 

He first reached for coins to pay the doctor, but paused when an idea struck him. The coins fell back between his fingers into the treasure purse and brushed against his gems. He knew by touch alone each and every gemstone. Barrett didn’t like giving up a gem… but with how important this was to him, how important Hope was to him… if the illness got worse it could have cost her life. He pinched his fingers around a small ruby and with minimal hesitation, placed it on the counter. The doctor immediately understood the gesture, and thanked him. He felt… warm from hearing the thanks. An odd feeling. He stared at the ruby a moment longer as the doctor picked it up, then turned around to go speak to the nurse. Parting with a gem was never easy.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The nurse started by instructing him on heating water and adding premixed packets to boiling water. An especially tricky thing for a giant to do with such small volumes. And it needed to cool before giving it to Hope or it could hurt her. At first the nurse recommended utilizing a shrinking charm. Shrinking to small folk size would make it much easier, but Barrett hated the idea of shrinking down. Felt too vulnerable to be small. Un-syor-like. The nurse understood and instead was able to point him to purchase some tools that syorian used to work with smaller objects. She also suggested that instead of mixing the foods himself, he could go to the cafe or bakery to get soup for Hope. They would have jars of soup. Just warm up a little and it would be ready to eat. Of course that meant being in more syorian places, full of little tasty humans.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The medicine would be equally hard to interact with. The doses would be impossible for him to prepare without shrinking. But the nurse informed him the alchemist could pre-mix that as well. So when Barrett went to the alchemist with the list of medicines, he requested that. The bottles were so small. He couldn’t read them but when he showed them to Hope she appeared pleased, so he assumed it was correct. The alchemist indicated a single bottle with all the doses would be one coin, but the time to divide them into smaller portions meant the single dose bottles cost more. A few coins for the medicine. Syor rarely needed medicine, but buying the single doses was almost what he spent on medicine for himself once!

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The extra humans in those places made him antsy. Made him want to hunt. Humans and other small folk everywhere. Food. Everywhere. He needed to keep focus. Cafe and bakery to get the weird food for Hope. He may very well be the first syor ever going to these shops. Syor didn’t really shop for food. Just hunt. Occasionally scavenge for in season fruits and the like. It felt so weird to even think about going to these places, and now he stepped foot into them, holding Hope to his chest to stave off her chills. To keep her safe as he went in this place. Did something syor just don’t do.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The cafe was by far the worst. Humans, nemeran beastfolk, and whatever other small folk milling around, nervous when they saw him but otherwise unconcerned. So off guard. So easy to snatch and swallow… if not for the syorian nearby that would stop him. He made it to the counter, facing the clearly shocked and confused syorian shopkeepers. More shocked when he moved his hand to show them Hope nestled there. Barrett told them the doctor said her throat is bad and he needed the right foods for her. One suggested grouse soup was traditionally used by humans and other small folk when ill. Barrett had no idea what grouse was, but if it was what she needed, he would get that. The shopkeeper was talking about… some other food now. Something with duck? He knew what ducks were. Now mentioning pheasant… something.  He didn’t know what.. The different things were getting confusing. So he decided to get a couple of each. Let Hope have her pick. These small folks moving around tempting his hunting instincts, having to spend money on these weird syorian foods… it was so un-syor-like. It was wrong. 

But for Hope, it was worth it.

Next stop would be the easiest one. The clothing shop, at least they knew him there. For once he couldn’t focus on the fanciest and nicest garments. He needed to get Hope a soft robe to wear while sick. She was shivering even in his hand. She needed to be as comfortable as possible. It was so tempting to see if she could try on a couple of the newest dresses they had… Hope even looked up at him, the look of concern clear on her face. His heart sank… an awful feeling.  He told them he needed a robe and nice night clothes for Hope because she is sick. Fortunately they had her measurements from previous visits and were able to find something that was close to her fit, just slightly larger. The tailors also suggested he purchase something for himself, something with special embroidery that would be easier for a human to hold onto. Something that had pockets with soft lining for Hope to be secure and warm in. That made her smile. And he used another gem. He hated how plain the sleepwear and robe was, how it didn’t fit what a proper syor would spend money on.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

Back in camp he settled her onto his cot in her cozy new sleepwear with his own blanket snuggled around her. He reread the note from the doctor, and the additions onto it from the alchemist, the chef, the baker… so many instructions. He gave her the first dose of medicine, reading up on what the alchemist and doctor said. Food was more important than medicine, the doctor said. He held out the bowl of grouse soup balanced on a claw. Not so precarious, as the syorian cafe worker had provided tiny metal bowls and suggested he make a divot at the center of each to make this easier.  . He watched over her as she sipped the soup, ignoring that some spilled on his blanket. The mess was unimportant. 

He made sure she had as much as she could of it. He read over the chef’s notes on storing the soup for later. Close the lid. Place it in the enchanted marble container. Make sure the storage container is properly closed. Set it in a safe place so it won’t be knocked over. He considered. He wasn’t as practiced moving stone as he was metal. It required the right movements to control earth and stone or he would have freed himself from the rocks…. This took careful gestures. A small end table of stone carefully shaped, a rim to reduce the chance of things on it being bumped. He wanted to make it look fancy, he wanted to give it that special syor touch… but that was not the priority right now. So he placed the food storage container on it. The box with the many jars of medicine. The written instructions. 

For long days he labored. For long nights he barely slept, instead sitting vigil to watch over her. To make sure she was doing better. Sleeping soundly. Breathing properly. The first sound of her voice again made his heart swell. When was the last time he felt that way? He couldn’t think of a time. But even a hint of her voice didn’t make him rest. He kept at it. Every dose of medicine. Every drop of soup. Until she was fully well again. 

Because for Hope, it was worth it.

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Defying Certain Death Part 14

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Characters in Distress

While this part is relatively tame, previous and future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Barrett woke a little earlier than expected, and immediately looked at the human resting under his hand. He wasn’t hungry, so he wasn’t sure why he woke early, but he was kind of glad. It was actually... nice to see Hope sleeping. Maybe she was learning to trust him. Why else would she be still sleeping even though he had raised his head? It actually made him smile slightly. He sat up slowly, careful to keep his hand still to hold her in it. She didn’t wake... she was really sound asleep. It was kind of cute. 

He sniffed the air and closed his eyes. She looked cute, but smelled amazing. She was so relaxed right now... and when he found her cornered by the bear, she hadn’t been panicked when he picked her up, so surely she was starting to trust him more... Besides, didn’t Syorians often ‘taste’ human companions? He pursed his lips, thinking. He never heard about Syorians having problems with their humans... The only reason he never considered that sort of thing before Hope was because he didn’t see a reason to waste food by not eating it. Hope was different. She wasn’t food... but she still smelled really good.

He considered for a while, just watching her sleep in his hand, tucked against his chest. She hadn’t reacted well the first time... but she seemed to be starting to understand he didn’t mean harm. Maybe she would take it better this time? He kind of wanted to try again. No, definitely wanted to try again. He sniffed at her again, closing his eyes. She’d probably do better this time. He moved her away from his chest, looking at her dozing on his hand. Barrett sniffed at her again and licked his lips.

He hesitated briefly. Maybe he should wait until she was awake? He didn’t want to wait... and she did seem to be learning he wouldn’t hurt her, so surely it wouldn’t be too big of a deal. He opened his mouth and carefully slid her inside, smiling at her taste. He started to move her around and taste her slowly, licking her over gently. He didn’t want to wake her so soon if he could avoid it... but it was strange and somewhat difficult to be so gentle. He wasn’t used to it... but he could try to get used to being gentle for Hope. She tasted really good. He started to purr at her taste, but immediately remembered that was what seemed to wake her last time. He sort of wanted to stop purring, just to avoid waking her so soon, but he just couldn’t help it. She tasted so good! He felt her starting move slightly as he tasted her and continued to purr at her delightful flavor.

His tongue ran over her slender form as she slowly shifted her position. He was grateful for the sleeveless sundress she was wearing, going over her bare arms and legs to take in her flavor. He could feel her arm move as she drowsily pushed her hair off her face, and his tongue curled over to cover her body and go over that arm. He almost chuckled when he felt her push at his tongue as if trying to get it away from her. She clearly wasn’t fully awake yet, not yet realizing where she was. He repeated the action, licking over her arm and legs as she lay on her side atop his tongue. His ears pricked as he heard muttering from her. There was no doubting she was waking up, albeit a bit slowly.

As his tongue went over her again, he heard a gasp. There it was, now she was awake. “No, no, no, no!” She sounded nervous... She must not realize it was just him, must be thinking a different Syor had stolen her from him. Wanting to keep her calm this time, he plucked her from his mouth and held her up in front of his face so she could see him clearly. “Don’t worry... it’s just me, not another Syor. I won’t swallow you or anything... You just smell really good and I wanted a quick taste. I’ll let you out again soon.” After showing her it was him, seeing her recognize him, and reassuring her, he immediately put her back inside his mouth to taste some more. 

He hears her cry out “No” again... Probably just startled her to be put back in his mouth so quickly. He slipped his tongue tip along her leg and under her dress, purring at the taste of her skin. He couldn’t help but chuckle when she kicked at his tongue. How nice, she seemed to be playing along. Seemed he was right that she had just been startled. He purred and licked her over again, feeling as she rolled onto her side... that was strange, was she curling up? He prodded her with his tongue a little. That wasn’t as fun as when she kicked his tongue or shoved it away! He moved his tongue to her arm again, then her face as well. She tasted so good... 

After tasting her another minute or so, he heard a strange noise... tasted a hint of salt as he licked her face again. That was strange... what was it? Slowly his eyes went wide as he realized what the sound he heard was. That was a sob. The taste was tears. She hadn’t been playing along after all... and now she was crying. That wasn’t what he wanted! He thought she’d be okay, since she seemed to be accepting he didn’t plan to hurt her!

He opened his mouth and pulled her out, looking at her. “Wait... that was really upsetting you?” He looked closer as he held her in front of his face, but she had curled herself up into a ball and was now hiding her face. “I thought you realized by now I’m not going to hurt you... I thought when you kicked at my tongue you were just playing along... I wasn’t trying to scare you...” He didn’t want to make the situation worse... So he moved her in his hand back to his chest and just held her to his chest and lay back down. Maybe relaxing like this would calm her back down...

It was strange to think. but he actually felt... bad... about upsetting her. It certainly wasn’t normal to care about upsetting a human, but he definitely did. He couldn’t deny that. Now he wanted to make her feel better. He didn’t know much about humans... Would the same things that make him happy make her happy? Kinda made sense they might... So he would try to cheer her up with the same thing that made him happy. He knew a Syorian shop that sold very fancy clothes. He always felt very nice when he got a fancy new outfit... And Syorian shops also sold stuff for humans most of the time! That meant the same shop he loved would probably have lovely things that would fit Hope! 

With that he made up his mind. He would take Hope to the Syorian town and go to the shop that sold the fancy clothes he enjoyed. He would let Hope try on all the fancy clothes she wanted and buy her a couple new outfits to make up for his mistake. Surely that would put her in a better mood! He peeked under his hand to check on her, still curled up and frightened. “I’m sorry that you got scared. That wasn’t my intention. Guess what? I’m going to take you to town to buy you something nice later... You’re going to love it!” There was no response from Hope, but he hadn’t entirely expected one. He just wanted to say he was going to take her to town.

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Defying Certain Death Part 13

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Animal Harvesting; Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

While this part is relatively tame, previous and future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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Barrett lay back and listened as Hope talked about plants for a while. He didn’t really understand a lot of what she was talking about, and definitely didn’t recognize many of the plant names, but he was glad she was relaxed enough to open up and talk to him. Just as she had been an attentive listener for him, he was attentive for her, asking questions about different things to better understand what she was talking about. She definitely seemed to be fond of plants, and seemed to know a lot about them.

After a couple hours of listening to her, he yawned and sat back up. His previous meal should have moved along so to speak, so he reached for the horse, then paused. “I hope it won’t bother you if I eat this... I know some humans are fond of these animals.” Hope shook her head, but still looked away. “It won’t bother me...” Her voice was soft, he knew she still wasn’t entirely comfortable with him, but definitely seemed to be doing a lot better than before. He was surprised that this actually made him happy. 

He picked up the horse, then hesitated. He could possibly swallow a horse whole... but he had never swallowed something quite so large before. Probably would hurt his throat. Would be better to bite it in half... But Hope seemed a bit.... sensitive. He would need to be careful not to drip blood everywhere, not to mention that blood was extra nutrients and he needed all the nutrition he could get. 

He turned away slightly in case he messed up, not wanting her to see any mess. He put the horse in his mouth, tilting his head back. He didn’t want to lose a single drop of blood, didn’t want any of the organs to fall in the dirt or on his clothing. He bit down, keeping his lips around the horse and keeping it above his mouth as he swallowed the first half, then opened his mouth and dropped the rest in. Perfect, nothing wasted. 

He swallowed, then turned to look back at Hope. She was drinking from the lake and he smiled. Good, she kept herself distracted. “Done. Nothing to see.” He licked his lips just before she looked up at him and he smiled, keeping his lips closed just in case there was any blood on his teeth. “If you don’t mind, Hope, I’m going to get a bit of rest after that meal. As long as you stay close, you should be fairly safe. Wildlife typically avoids giants, so nothing dangerous should approach. You can get some rest yourself. Then we can discuss what we plan to do.” 

Once Hope nodded in agreement, he lay back down. He tilted his head to look at her, “If you want, I can set you on top of me or in my hand to rest? You seemed to sleep well in my hand when I was trapped by the rock slide.” Hope shook her head, “No, I want to go through the rest of the supplies and see what is here. It looks like there’s a makeshift bed in the cart I can use as well.” He gave a slight nod and yawned, “If that’s what you prefer. If you need anything from me, just call out. My kind has sensitive enough hearing that it should get my attention.” With that, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to rest.

He rest fairly soundly for a time, but woke when he heard something strange. The noises seemed to be a mix of growling, and what reminded him of a human in distress... but not particularly close. He sat up, glancing to the cart to check on Hope first. His eyes went wide as he realized she was gone, along with a chunk of the supplies. She had left! He had been so sure she was starting to trust him, get used to him and she left!

Then he remembered what woke him; those sounds may not just be a random traveler, if Hope had left, it might be her in distress. He stood and followed the sounds, keeping his steps light but quick. He sniffed the air... no human blood, so she might still be unharmed... but he definitely smelled her... and he could also smell a bear. He sighed, easy enough to handle for a giant... but it made him sad that she had tried to leave. It felt odd, having such emotions for a human... But no matter, first priority was finding Hope and making sure she was safe.

As his sense of smell suggested, he found the poor girl in a tree, with a large bear underneath, completely focused on her. It was so focused on the girl it cornered, it didn’t notice him until it was too late. He picked the bear up, and in a similar manner to how he ate the horse, downed it in two bites. He then looked at Hope, and sat down facing the tree. “Hope... How am I supposed to protect you when you wander off like that? I told you it was safest for you to stay close to me. You could have been seriously hurt!” 

He reached out slowly to where she was in the tree, moving cautiously to avoid scaring her. He gently plucked her from the branch she was gripping, noticing she let go of it when he took hold of her. Good, no resistance... He had been afraid she’d try to grip the tree and resist him picking her up... so she must have some amount of trust for him. Well, that or she knew he was too strong and that it was pointless. He hoped it was the former. Holding her in his open palm, he stood and started to walk back to where the cart was by the lake. “I guess I’ll have to keep a closer eye on you, if I’m going to make certain you are safe.” He tried to ignore the way she slumped slightly when he said that, but it did sadden him slightly to see that sign that even though he just helped her, she still wanted to get away from him.

He made his way back to the lake and sat down, setting her by the cart. “Take your time putting the things you were carrying back in the cart. When you are done, I would like to rest again, and you can rest on top of me where no animals can reach you. I want you to be safe.” He watched her set the bundle down in the cart, not bothering to unwrap and unpack it before she sat down on the end of the cart facing him. She looked down and away, quiet. He reached out to her, and gently stroked her head rather than grabbing her. “I’m sorry.”

He was surprised to hear her apologize, but it did make him smile slightly. The fact she apologized meant she understood, at least to some degree, that he didn’t mean her any harm. “We can talk more later. For now, a bit of rest might do us both a bit of good, alright?” He watched her for any sign of discomfort as he scooped her up into his hand, laying down with her on his chest and placing his hand over her. If she tried to leave, the movement under his hand would surely wake him. Now he could be sure she would be safe as he slept.

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Defying Certain Death Part 15

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Characters in Distress

While this part is relatively tame, previous and future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Barrett felt he was being watched. People, and, now that he was aware, their humans, definitely noticed he was holding something close to his chest. The mages with the stand near the edge of town watched him closely. He didn’t blame them. Some of what they sold was quite valuable, and his kind were known for liking things of value. Not that his kind were inclined to steal, but most of the mages were humans and so they knew he could be a threat to them. But he wasn’t interested in them today. He had one place he would go today in this Syorian town. The clothing store. He knew he and his fellow Syor were required to be on what Syorian called “good behavior”when coming to town. There were humans, but they belonged to the Syorian, and thus were under Syorian protection.

He felt Hope moving under his hand a bit. She seemed nervous about how he was holding her so securely against himself. She definitely seemed nervous when he growled at anyone who came too close. It was no doubt obvious to everyone that he was holding something precious and valuable to him. Everyone knew how to recognize possessive behavior. He didn’t care what they thought. They could have all sorts of guesses about what he valued so much. Although if they used their extra eyelid, they could see her life in his hand. He kept focused on his goal. He passed the fruit stand, the bakery, and various other shops. He paused at the bathhouse, thinking briefly. Getting cleaned up would be nice... But he shook his head and continued, finally reaching the clothing store.

Barrett sighed and pushed open the door to the clothing shop, and stepped inside. His eyes traced the familiar and tantalizing movement of the human workers scurrying to the back to hide. They always did when a Syor came in. He smirked, enjoying the fear he inspired in those humans. He looked at the Syorian tailor, and smiled, “Today I am not shopping for myself. Today I want to buy something nice for her.” He pulled his hand away from his chest, showing the human girl he held in his hand. The look of shock on the Syorian’s face was expected. Syor didn’t keep humans alive, unless to use as bait, and definitely didn’t buy nice things for them. Hell, they almost never bought nice things for each other unless it was their offspring. “Focus. Get some nice human clothes out for her to try on.” 

The Syorian recovered enough from the brief shock to go get some human outfits. Barrett walked over to the human platform, mirrors, and dressing room and lowered his hand by it. He watched Hope get off his hand and look around and he smiled at her, “There you go. Told you I’d bring you to shop. We’ll get you something pretty.” Barrett could see Hope was still nervous, but he knew shopping made him happy, so he assumed she would calm once they got started.

After a moment the Syorian asked if Barrett would leave their tailors alone so they could work with Hope and he immediately nodded. “I won’t mess with your little treats while they pamper my Hope. As much as they smell delicious, taking care of her is more important so they are safe... only so long as they are beneficial to my Hope.” At first there was no sign of the human tailors. Barrett chuckled, and repeated that he wouldn’t hurt them. Not today. He glanced down, noticing he was still pretty dirty from the rockslide despite using the lake to wash up. He probably looked like a real monster, like he’d been in a fight or something. He usually went to the bathhouse before the clothing store, but he really wanted to get something for Hope. He noticed one tailor peek out, then walk over to Hope.

Eventually, the other two humans working the clothing shop came out of their hiding places to start working on helping find what clothing suited Hope... well, more like what Barrett thought would suit her. Hope spoke softly to them occasionally, but Barrett was eagerly pointing out the fanciest and most expensive outfits that might fit Hope, then praising how they looked on her when she tried them on. The tailors were extremely uneasy when he leaned close to look at Hope in the various outfits.

The other humans very quickly figured out Hope didn’t exactly enjoy this much and definitely wasn’t used to such fancy outfits. They looked at each other when she commented about how awkward it would be to try to plant things in one of the fitted dresses. This was a very unique circumstance, and assuming she survived her time with the Syor, they may have to make custom outfits that were some combination of the fancy the Syor wanted and the practical the girl was more used to. She was disappointed in a lack of pockets to hold garden tools and seeds with the next outfit, but Barrett  clearly adored how she looked, and to the human tailors, keeping the man-eating monster happy was more important. 

They start talking to each other a bit about how the Syor seems to treat Hope more like a fancy doll to dress up rather than a person with her own wants... but that was a far cry better than how most Syor just treat humans as food. After a couple hours of going through outfits, they seemed to find one that Hope seemed to dislike the least. At least she could move around in it fairly well, and if her belt with pouches was adjusted slightly, she could still carry her seeds and plant samples with it. Barrett wasn’t quite as satisfied with it as others, but perked up immediately when he heard Hope speak her first compliment about an outfit. He was super excited, grinning broadly as he exclaimed, “I knew we’d find something fabulous for you! I’ll have them pack it up and we can go to the bathhouse next! I’ll just take you in with me so you can get washed up nicely. We’ll get a private one so nobody eyes you.” He definitely had some understanding that she hadn’t been enjoying the outing like he planned, but her accepting even a single outfit was enough that Barrett felt at least slightly successful.

As the humans bagged up the outfit for Hope and Barrett paid the Syorian, he spoke to her, holding her in one hand, “I don’t know why you didn’t cheer up with this; I always love finding the newest, fanciest outfits. But at least we found one you enjoy... The pouch belt you wear kind of clashes with it a bit, but you really seem to want to wear it so maybe now that the tailors have met you, they’ll be able to design some custom outfits that it won’t clash with. I’m sure you’ll have better times shopping in the future. You just aren’t used to how big it is here yet!” Hope was quiet, not wanting to argue or correct his assumptions. At least the tailors seemed to recognize she was a farmer and gardener, not the sort of person to wear such things, but they also seemed to be scared enough of Barrett to lean more towards what he wants to do.

Barrett approached the giants’ bathhouse, paying for a private wash room and entering. After going in he closed the door and paused, thinking. “Wait... It’s wrong for people to see each other naked most of the time, and... hmm...” He seemed deep in thought, then perked up, “I can put you in my mouth while I wash, and I can turn my back while you wash!” Before Hope could protest, she found herself on his tongue, and his mouth snapped shut. She shuttered and curled up in a ball, “No no no.... don’t eat me....” He tried to speak around her, struggled to make his words clear, then plucked her out again, “Not gonna eat ya. This is just so I can wash up without you scampering off. Okay? I don’t want to lose track of you because then I can’t protect you. I wouldn’t have bought you that pretty outfit if I was just going to eat you..”

  Hope soon realized she couldn’t talk him out of this, “So... I get to get washed up too?” He nodded with a grin, and popped her back in his mouth before she could ask anything else, stripping down and enjoying the hot water. Once he was fully clean, he focused on the flavor in his mouth. Humans have such a delightful flavor... But he promised he wouldn’t eat her, and he supposed that extended to swallowing her with the temporary protection. Not to mention there was limited time in the private washroom, and he didn't feel like paying for additional time. His tongue trailed over her and he purred, savoring her taste, starting to move her around so her flavor would cover his tongue. No nipping, he didn’t want to accidentally break skin or, gods forbid, bones like he did with humans that were food, but she was just so tasty. Remembering he was supposed to be giving her a happier day, he froze. Tasting her wasn’t going to make her happy. He frowned, and focused on letting her have a turn. He turned the water down, dried and redressed. He pulled Hope from his mouth and set her on the soap shelf where the water still dribbled down while barely on. He turned his back, knowing it was too high for her to get down or go anywhere. “Wash up. I made sure the water is still warm, even if there is much less of it.”

He listened as she used the water to clean up, waiting... She took an awfully long time... He was beginning to think he needed to check on her when she spoke up that she was done and dressed. He turned back, smiling at the sight of her in the new outfit he bought. He scooped her up with a grin, “You look good all cleaned up in that dress. Let’s go back to where we camp. You still have food from that cart, right? I’ll go hunting while you rest there.” He looked closer and frowned. She had bruises... was that from his tasting her? Not good. Apparently he was too rough. He sighed, “I didn’t mean to bruise you. But at least it’s minor. Let’s head back.” He then left the bathhouse and headed down the road.

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Defying Certain Death Part 9

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey, Soft Vore, Characters in Distress

Future: While this part is relatively tame, future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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Barrett froze a moment as he processed what she told him. He had been in such bad shape, so certain he would die... until she arrived and offered to help. Hope. Not only was it her name, it was exactly what she had become to him. She had been his only hope of survival... And now he learned her name defined what she was to him. It was a little funny. Well, more than a little. With how tense and stressed he’d been for so long, he was overdue for a good laugh or he may have had an easier time blowing off the humor of it. He tensed and focused, trying to keep himself from laughing at the situation. He succeeded for the most part, managing to bite back the sound, but very slight jerks and sharp breaths made it clear he was laughing despite the silence. Even though he had been mostly successful, her current location meant she would feel the movement associated with his attempt to not laugh.

“I knew you’d laugh,” she said softly. Hearing her speak broke his concentration, and ended the silence. Hope covered her ears at how loud his laughter sounded; it was really a rather bad place to be while he laughed, the volume bordering on hurting and the repeated jerks leaving her a touch dizzy. Barrett managed to quiet himself fairly quickly, knowing he probably shouldn’t have found it quite so funny, but he couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry about that... It’s a nice name, and really suits you, all things considered. So how far is your home from where you found me? Once I’ve gotten something to eat and rested, I can take you there, or if you don’t want me going there, I can always just take you back to the mountainside.” 

He was hopeful that talking to her would help keep her calm and reassure her that he genuinely meant her no harm and would make sure of her safety until she returned home. He listened to the silence that followed, wondering why she was slow to respond about her home. Did she have friends she feared he may harm? Did she think he was asking so he could use her town as hunting grounds? “Hope, I won’t go to your town to hunt or anything, I just want to be able to take you home after I have eaten and rested briefly. You don’t need to worry about me taking advantage of knowing where you live, and like I said, I can always return you to the area you found me instead.”

Concern for neighbors wasn’t the reason she hesitated to answer. She just wasn’t sure how to answer. It wasn’t entirely a simple answer. She thought a bit before saying, “Well, I’m guessing you left my cart back there. They aren’t exactly cheap or easy to make, so I’ll need to go back there to get it.” Barrett frowned slightly, realizing he hadn’t thought to grab it or any other belongings of hers back there. He started on his way once more as he replied, “Then the first thing will be to take you back there to retrieve it. Do you have very far to go from there? I can take you at least part of the distance to your home so you don’t have to walk far. It’s the least I can do for you.” 

He thought back on their conversations as he walked, trying to remember what he could about her. Suffering from starvation meant his mind hadn’t exactly been in top form... Strange for her to be in an area so near to where his kind was known for hunting. He remembered her gathering some sort of plants, and he knew he had asked her about it at some point. It took him a moment, but he eventually remembered. “You said you collect and grow rare and difficult plants for money, right? If it would help you, I can carry far more than you could handle...” He hesitated a bit, not fond of the idea he was about to suggest, but also feeling he owed her too much not to offer, “Or, I have a fair sized collection of gold, gems and the like... I could give you enough that you wouldn’t have to work any longer.” His kind was not typically inclined towards generosity... They liked the finer things, and having extra treasure around to be able to get what they wanted at any time. But Hope saved his life, and he needed to do what he could to repay her, to do something to improve her situation. But she was so quiet... She wasn’t responding to his offers or questions. 

He found it a bit strange. She gave no indication of how far she lived from where she found him, what direction, or if she might want his help in some way. “Hope, I give you my word that should you accept my help, I will cause no trouble near your home. You needn’t fear harm coming to any friends you have near there. So how about you tell me how far you need to go?”

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Defying Certain Death Part 10

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Fatal Mention (Implied future); Characters in Distress

Future: While this part is relatively tame, future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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Hope sighed, uncertain about the best way to answer. “Well... I’m not entirely sure about the distance... a storm took out almost everything I had growing, so I made this trip to get enough to start over. But the reason what I grow is valuable is because it is typically found a great distance away, too far to easily travel. I had to sell the last of my supply... and most of my other belongings, to be able to afford to make this trip... My best guess is my village is about fifty or sixty aroys from here.”

Barrett paused, shocked at the distance. An aroy was about a full day’s walk for him, and she had come that far? No wonder she sold her whole stock, she must have paid someone to make a portal. And it meant she probably hadn’t thought she’d be able to go back for some time, if at all. It only served to increase his curiosity about her, leading to more questions rather than answers. “So what are your plans then, Hope?” “I… I’m not entirely sure. I was just going to continue gathering plants, get some sprouts started, and head in the general direction of home. I hadn’t decided if I’d go the whole way or settle somewhere between here and there.” “Well consider my offers… I could provide you some things from my collection, and you’d be set...” 

He paused suddenly when he caught a scent, one that reminded him of the need for him to get food. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air a bit, smiling. About time he found something. “Hope? I’ll be getting you out shortly. I’ll be sure to put you near some water so you can clean up while I hunt.” “Thank goodness... despite your reassurances; this is still pretty scary for me.” Barrett turned, heading first towards where his sense of smell indicated water to be closest. It looked like a lake that the mountain river lead down to... and was likely where the caravan he smelled was heading. He was pretty sure they were far enough that Hope wouldn’t see or hear anything while she washed up... He had a pretty good feeling that if she knew what kind of prey he found, she would probably be upset. He may have nothing against hunting humans and similar prey, but he didn’t want to upset Hope if it could be avoided. Not after all she did for him.

He made his way to the lakeside, closing his eyes briefly as he knelt down. He would be ravenously hungry once he got Hope back out, and he wasn’t looking forward to that feeling of desperation. But it would no doubt be horribly traumatizing to Hope if he didn’t get her out first. Thankfully, bringing the girl back up wasn’t too difficult. Do to the potential risk that came with their habit of consuming live prey, they were able to bring back up anything they swallowed with relative ease. Before long, his small rescuer was back in his mouth, and he opened it slowly with his hand held out in front of it, letting her crawl out on her own. His stomach was already complaining at its emptiness, but he focused on how much he owed Hope, and the presence of nearby prey, to resist the urge to swallow her back down again.

He lowered her to the ground near the lake and stood, not wanting to linger near her while his need for food was so strong. “I’ll return soon,” he said simply before turning and walking between the trees nearby. He almost immediately heard the sound of Hope going into the water to wash off. 

After he had gone a bit of distance, he crouched lower, moving more quietly as he caught the scent of the humans and horses of the caravan again. He smiled, looking forward to a meal of more than just a couple mountain sheep. But he’d also have to be careful not to eat too much. After all, he’d had significantly less food for a few weeks, so his stomach would have shrunk. Eating as much as he might normally have could very well kill him. Perhaps he could save some for later... That might work.

Ears perked as he heard the humans in the caravan talking. He continued moving forward slowly, only stopping when he could just barely make out the road between the trees ahead. They were getting closer... why run after them if they would come right to him? He could wait a couple minutes. He could even get them to stop right in front of him. Just listen to them get closer, then lunge once they were in sight. 

Barrett carefully grabbed a fallen tree from the nearby woods, moving it to block the road. As he did this, he heard a word that drew his attention to their conversation. “...syor when heading this way. They had his road off limits for a while because apparently some were crossing further past the mountains and took out some of the travelers along this route.” The voice sounded male.

“So what changed? Why is the road cleared for general travel now if it wasn’t before?” The second voice also seemed to be male, although seemed younger than the first.

“Well, the town ahead has defenses against their kind, but having the road at risk cut off supplies from them. Way I heard it; they hired a couple of terran geomancers to make sure it wouldn’t be a problem anymore.”

“How’d they manage that?”

“I don’t know the details. Try asking Marie, she’s always listening in to the latest news and stuff.”

“Hey Marie!” Before they younger of the men could ask, a female voice spoke up, “I overheard you. Loud as you two are, it’d be impossible not to have heard you. Yes, I know about it, way I heard it they were supposed to make it impassable, but decided it would be easier to bobby trap it... Shit, can we talk about this later? Looks like you two boys are going to have to clear the road ahead.”

About this time, Barrett was finally able to see the two horses pulling the pair of carts coming around the bend. He smiled as the first came to a stop, and the second soon after it. The pair of men riding in the first cart got out to move the tree, and Barrett stepped out behind the two carts. The woman driving the second cart screamed as his shadow passed over them, and the two men turned around just as Barrett reached over to grab them. 

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Defying Certain Death Part 5

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future: While this part is relatively tame, future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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He closed his eyes, purring at the wonderful taste of the frightened human girl. It had been far too long since he caught one of the tasty little morsels. He felt the girl curl up in fear, shaking slightly. He was all too familiar with various human fear reactions, but he hadn’t paid much attention to that before. But now was different... As much as he loved the taste, and as hungry as he was, he knew he couldn’t. Not after all she did, not after 3 weeks of taking care of him, helping him recover and escape. 

He went still, no longer moving her around as he tasted her. He heard her faint words as she managed to speak again, “Please... Please don’t hurt me...” He sighed softly, closing his eyes a moment and nodded. He spoke, keeping his tone soft so the volume of his voice wouldn’t bother her too much, “Shh, little one. I won’t. I won’t hurt you, won’t kill you. I would be dead without you. I’m just... I’m just so hungry... I needed something to help cope until I can get washed up and hunt. I can use a protection spell; you’d be completely safe. If you don’t want me to, I won’t. I owe you too much, but it would help me. I’ll get you back out before I go after food... but I would really appreciate if you would agree to this.”

He received no response aside from her faint whimpers of fear. He realized that with her health also in poor condition, she probably wasn’t focusing too well, that she wasn’t able to easily get past the fear of her current location to focus on his words. He so badly wanted to swallow... so badly wanted to do something to curb the feeling of hunger until he could get some actual food. But even if her kind was inferior, even if they were typically no more than prey... She had saved his life. The whole reason he had been able to grab her so quickly was because she had been there to save him. No matter his normal feelings about her kind, he could not treat her like just a meal. His kind may be known for having little regard for intelligent species... But they did have some sense of honor. There were exceptions.

Hesitating briefly, he took her from his mouth and held her in his palm, watching her frightened, shaking form. He really should have talked to her first, not simply given into his desire to know her taste. He nudged gently at her with one finger to try to get her attention, watching her hesitantly relax, then turn to look at him in puzzlement. He gave a slight smile, careful to keep the sharp fangs hidden this time. He reached down to gently stroke her back, pausing when he saw her cringe, “Easy now... I’m not going to hurt you. I swear.” “But... you...” He sighed, “I know; I’m sorry. I just... wanted something to take the edge off. A little taste... but I would never eat you. Not for real. What I was trying to ask you while you were panicking... I want to use a protection spell. I just want a little something to help me cope until I can go wash up a bit and hunt. I was trying to ask... but I would be dead if you hadn’t helped me over those three weeks. So I just want to ask... Please, will you help me one more time, will you help me to cope with the hunger while I wash up, until I have the opportunity to hunt or gather food? You’ll be perfectly safe... I’ll get you out before eating anything...” He looked down at the young woman in his hand, hopeful as he waited for her answer to his request.

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Special Gift Part 3

Another story that started out on my deviantart page. Like DCD it will be continued. A G/T story with a much more wholesome giant, but there will be vore.

It occurs long while after Defying Certain Death, but in the same world and both stories do eventually tie together.

Proofreader and creator of the character Birgit: @vore-scientist

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Connor was surprised to learn that this poor girl hadn’t even known giants were real before coming to this event. It had to be extremely overwhelming for her... No wonder she was so scared. But for the moment, she seemed to be cooperating. At least she seemed to know that she couldn’t easily escape. Honestly, it was best for her own safety that she remain with him, with the king. Even in his castle, Syor would be tempted to eat her... and wouldn’t necessarily be safe about it. Not that she’d be aware of the risk. He’d make sure to explain it to her later. He glanced down at  her sitting in his hand as he started to walk to the banquet. She was calm for the moment. “I suppose I’ll need to get some wind charms for you as a precaution against falls,” he said, wanting to make his concern for her safety clear. After a moment she spoke softly, making his ears twitch as he focused, “I... I can use wind magic. And have practice against falls. I haven’t practiced magic that much... but I can do that much.” He could clearly see she was hesitant to admit she knew a bit of magic, probably worried he may do something to block it so she couldn’t use it to attempt escape. But if he was going to earn her trust, he couldn’t use anything she said against her. He made a mental note never to block her from using magic.

He paused near his throne on the way to the banquet, carefully picking up a human sized bracelet there with his claw tips and then setting it on his hand near Naomi. “If you wish, this is enchanted with a powerful protection charm. It means if any of the... less friendly giants tried to eat you, you would suffer no damage.” 

Connor watched a look of horror cross her face at the revelation that giants did in fact eat humans. But he couldn’t hide that information from her if he was going to keep her safe. She needed to understand the importance of the bracelet. 

“I’ll understand if you are wary of trusting it, but you’ll notice most of the visiting human diplomats wear one that has a gold gem on it like this one. The gold gem symbolizes to other giants that even though you have protection magic in use, you are off limits for anyone to eat without my express permission. I won’t force you to wear it, and you can remove it any time you want. I’ll eventually have a custom one made specifically for you, but this one will do for now, if you choose to wear it.” Recovering from her initial horror, he could tell she was now thinking deeply about this new knowledge, and what it meant for her new situation with him. 

Connor watched her examine the bracelet, and smiled slightly when she put it on. He thought about how she tasted... He hadn’t thought about it much immediately, but now that she had on the protective charm...  he was thinking back on it... she tasted really, really good. He suspected when her captors allowed her to bathe, they had included enchanted bath salts meant to enhance her flavor. Made sense, considering they wanted to make her into a perfect gift for him. But also meant others would be more tempted if they recognized the faint scent change caused by those salts. He had to fight the urge to snarl at that kind of manipulation. The poor girl may have been traumatized by how he acted, and he could have been so much more gentle and careful with her! Well, he wouldn’t trick her with that anymore. He wanted her to trust him, wanted it to be her choice from now on. If she ever made that choice.

He continued on to the banquet, entering the dining hall where others had started eating and sitting down at his place at the long table meant to host these sorts of events. He gestured for people not to get up when he entered. He hated all that formality and bowing. Let them enjoy their food. Once he sat, he placed his hand gently on the table palm up to allow Naomi to get off when she wished. The young woman was still nervous and hesitant, but got off onto the table after a moment, looking around. He watched her look over at the human table on top of the giant table where her former captors and other human representatives and diplomats sat, but she showed no desire to go near there. He didn’t blame her. He got the attention oft the human server that was refilling the glasses for the humans, “Can you bring her a plate, some utensils and a cup please? I believe she will be taking from my serving today.”

He could tell that the humans seemed surprised he would allow his new gift to take from his own dish, but he didn’t care what they thought. If that’s what made the girl more comfortable, that’s what he would do. He watched the server go to a cart with some spare dishes and get what Naomi needed, bringing it over to her. He sipped his wine briefly as he watched her take the dishes and then glance at his plate. She was clearly a bit overwhelmed. He set his wine glass down and took his first bite of food, wanting to show to her that it was safe so she would be more comfortable. The food was quite good, and he hoped she would be able to enjoy it once she was ready.

He smiled as she approached his plate and put a little of the potatoes on her own to start. He saw her eying the  meat with suspicion, “I suspect you haven’t seen that type of meat in the islands. It’s quite good. Buffalo, very popular.” He cut off a small piece to take a bite, then cut a thin sliver so it’s easier for her to take a piece for herself. He watched her sniff at it a bit, “It definitely smells different from fish... and different from boar or bird...” Connor was glad she seemed to be finding her voice, “I’ve had boar, and always thought this was better. Especially the way my head chef prepares it.” He watched her cut off a piece and try it, and tried not to smirk when her eyes went wide and she took more.

She pauses after a moment, glancing at her cup. “I... need a drink. Can I have some of the wine?” Connor nodded, “If it makes you more comfortable, you can take it from my own glass so you are sure it’s safe. I’ll boost you up to it so you can scoop some out.” He could tell she was wary of being touched again, but also thirsty, possibly dehydrated, he realized, in addition to being sure this particular beverage wasn't drugged. He held his hand palm up near his glass, letting her take her time until she was comfortable climbing on to be boosted up. It took her a moment, and he didn't blame her for her fear.

Once she was finally on his hand, he lifted her up so she could lean over the glass and was careful to hold his hand as steady as possible. Connor wanted to demonstrate she could trust him even in such a mild situation. Since he already sipped from it, the liquid was lower down, and she was having a bit of trouble leaning over to scoop some into her own glass. While she would be an excellent seasoning to his beverage, especially since she had been bathed with those special salts, he resisted the urge to tip her in. He would not violate this show of trust. He frowned when he noticed she seemed unsteady. Even shaking slightly? Perhaps because she had never stood on flesh like this before. He kept his hand as stiff as possible, hoping she would recover from her lack of balance, but unfortunately, despite his best efforts, she lost her balance and fell in.

The Syor and Syorian at the table immediately start laughing, and after a moment the humans at their small table were laughing too. But Connor didn’t even crack a smile. Concerned she may think he had done it intentionally, he quickly slipped his finger in the glass to let her grab, scooping her up but letting her choose to hold onto him. As he picked her up he muttered the cleaning charm to clean her off, and set her down. “Are you okay?” He was relieved when she nodded and looked up at him. He watched her look around at everyone laughing before focusing on him again. She seemed surprised that he wasn’t also laughing. But why would he? He was horrified this could make it harder to gain her trust!

Connor set her down on the table again, and extended his claws before reaching in his cup, using his claw tip to grip the glass she dropped. The small glass slipped a couple times from his claws before he gave up and called the human server over. He held them delicately over his glass to retrieve Naomi’s dropped cup. The human didn’t even react to being picked up by the king, completely used to being handled by the resident giants in such a way.  “Make sure to fill it while you retrieve it. I’m sure she’s still thirsty.” Once the glass was retrieved, the server was placed back on the table near Naomi. She took the glass when it was offered to her and they walked back to serve the human guests at the small table. Connor watched her staring at him, and finally cracked a smile at what she said next, “Thanks... for not laughing at me being clumsy.” Connor nodded, and sent the server to get a bowl, “They’ll be bringing out soup soon. That will help hydrate you as well, and you can scoop some of it from my spoon instead so no risk of falling.”

He watched her nod and sip the wine. Maybe it would help her relax to have a bit of alcohol in her system. Granted, it was very low alcohol content, bordering on fruit juice, but even that small amount could help. He waited to continue eating until she had calmed down enough to try eating  her portion of food again, and was eager to find out her opinion of it.. His ear twitched slightly when she commented on it, “The food here is very different. The islands use some strong spices, like hot peppers. But while very different... it’s still good.” Connor smiled, “I’ll have to see about getting some of those spices and see if my chefs can learn dishes you are accustomed to. Perhaps I can even have some grown in the castle garden for accessibility.”

As he mentioned the chefs, the head chef stepped in carrying a dish, “New recipes and ingredients? I look forward to it.” As always, many of the human guests, and even some of the visiting giants, were surprised to see the head chef was a Syor when the kitchen boasted an ample human staff, as most Syor still had a reputation for treating humans like food. Although there was a couple guest Syor, mostly raised by Syorian, who weren’t seen as a threat. But Connor trusted this Syor, who had first started working in the kitchen when he was just a kid. He smiled, “Good to see you Birgit. I knew you would be up for the idea.” He saw Birgit looking at Naomi, curious that he was allowing a human to take directly from his plate. He quickly noticed the little one was nervous at another giant being here, especially one watching her so closely with a careful predatory gaze. He wasn’t happy when Naomi stopped eating, even if it was to move closer to him, because she was so scared. She had just started getting comfortable. But what happened next was far worse.

Birgit, seeing an opportunity for a little fun, slammed her hand down near Naomi after she set the food down. An intentional attempt to scare a human after confirming how nervous Naomi was with just a look. As Naomi instantly tried to bolt, Connor put his hand to block, the human bumping into his hand as he partially curled it around her. As he cupped his hand around Naomi, he glared at Birgit and gave a deep, threatening growl. A genuinely scary sound that had every giant and human at the table shocked because it was well known Connor tended to be mild mannered, but that was true Syor possessive instinct taking hold. Birgit was especially confused and a little scared. But after a moment she laughed. “Well, well. The hybrid finally bares his teeth, after nearly two decades I didn’t think you had it in you. Glad to see I was wrong.” Birgit pulled her hand back, demonstrating she was backing off of what was his, instead resting her hand near the human table. “I should have known it would take a special treat to bring it out of you.”

Connor noticed Naomi had sort of collapsed in place, clearly terrified after hearing the growl. He started to apologize, but barely got a word out before Birgit decided to reveal the real reason she rest her hand near the human table. Claws extended and she scraped them near the already unnerved humans, making several yelp in fear. He bared his fangs at her in a snarl, “Birgit that’s enough! Head back to the kitchen and quit terrorizing my guests.” Birgit smirked, showing off her own fangs “Of course. But it was a pleasure to see you really do have a bit of Syor in you.” Connor sighed as Birgit left, brushing a thumb over Naomi’s hair in an attempt to comfort her. He looked down at his new companion, frowning, “It’s okay. I just wanted Birgit to leave you alone. I’ll see later about finding spices and ingredients from your home.”

“I may already have some,” Connor heard the familiar female voice and turned to look at who had just entered the room. His steward had no hesitation about announcing her to the guests, “Presenting former-King Lana.” Connor was a bit envious of that short introduction. Those standing immediately bowed to her and Connor smiled, “Hello mother. Come to see the new house guest?” Lana nodded, smiling as she took a seat next to her son, setting a basket on the table, “Of course. I just had to stop by my garden. I must say when they asked me about your interests when seeking a gift for you... I hadn’t expected them to go this route.” Connor arched a brow, “They spoke to you about gifts?” Lana nodded “Of course, who else? I mentioned you enjoy music, you sometimes read, sometimes join me in the garden, but that you might be interested in reading about their history and culture because your greatest interest has always been small folk, especially humans. I suppose when they learned you had such an interest in humans, they had a different idea.”

Connors sighed and shook his head, “Well, mother this is Naomi. She apparently comes from an island nation that had thought giants are a myth. Naomi, this is my mother, Lana.” Lana smiled at Naomi, reaching in her basket and pulling out a hot pepper, setting it down next to Naomi. It was quite small compared to Lana, but still the size of an infant human. “You can use some of this to season with if you like, little island girl. I happened to get some seeds from the humans once, and boosted the size so I could test growing them in my garden. Too spicy for anyone here to want to try, but I would love to know if it turned out right.”

Connor watched Naomi’s near instant interest in the hot pepper; watched her lean in to cut a sliver off it and inhale the smell of it. He took a slight sniff, and even that much burned his nose and made his eyes water. Yet, it was with fascination that he watched her squeeze some of the juice on some of what she still had on her plate, then cut the pepper sliver up to mix in. He watched her savor the taste of the now spicy dish. He almost immediately decided he’d be bringing those to most meals despite how the smell hurt his nose. Any little thing to make her more comfortable, he would endure.

Seeing her relax and start to eat, Connor focused on his meal and ate some more, checking on his little guest every so often to make sure she was doing well. It was nice to see she had relaxed... his mom seemed to have a knack for knowing what foods or seasonings a person was partial to. He glanced down at her when soup was brought out, using his spoon to let her fill her bowl and watching her add hot pepper to it as well after tasting it. “Mom, your gift for food seems to have helped her relax a little more.” Lana shrugged, “Sometimes it’s the little things that make a big difference.” Connor sighed, “As much as I want to spend time with her, I do need to meet with the representatives after the meal. Would you like to show her to my room for me? I had the steward prepare a bed for her.” Connor watched his mom smile, “I’d love to.”

He saw Naomi looking at them, clearly wary. Connor smiled at her, “Just want to keep you safe. While most giants won’t hurt humans, there are some who will. My room is the safest place for you to relax and adjust, and I know my mom is very gentle with humans.” Lana placed her hand on the table near Naomi. “I can stand here a while, give her time to finish eating, and get used to me. Naomi stopped to stare a moment. Connor smiled, watching the human study the hand on the table, then glance at his. Probably noticing his mom’s fingers lacked retractable claws, unlike his own. “My mom is pure Syorian. I’m a hybrid. My dad was about half Syor and half Syorian. The head chef who was flexing her claws at you was pure Syor. Syor have claws and Syorian don’t. Syorian have healing magic, Syor don’t. Being from somewhere so far away you probably don’t know about any of that. Maybe my mom can teach you a bit and introduce you to some of the humans who live in the castle while I talk to the human representatives. I bet it would be much less scary for you to talk to people the same size as you.”

As Connor talked about the differences in giants, one of the wait staff brought a chair over for Lana to sit without moving her hand from the table. They all knew how stubborn the Queen Mother could be. She wouldn’t budge and would give the island girl time to adjust. She even seemed hesitant to sit down, but eventually did. He started to eat some more once he was sure his new companion was back to eating. He decided to avoid talking too much for the moment, not wanting to interrupt her eating or make her more nervous. His mother seemed to have the same idea. But eventually it was clear Naomi must be kind of full as she was eating much slower, likely wanting to prolong the meal to avoid being handled by giants. Lana turned her hand over to be palm up slowly. “Naomi, when you are ready, I would like to take you somewhere more isolated where you won’t be surrounded by people who tower over you. I am not going to rush you, but I would prefer if you get on my hand instead of me picking you up. I don’t mind waiting.”

Connor smiled, but then frowned as he noticed the head chef coming back out with desserts. He knew that even if Birgit did nothing, her presence would no doubt further stress Naomi and could delay her willingness to get on his mom’s hand. As Birgit started setting down desserts, Connor was a bit surprised that Naomi decided the best way to avoid further scares from the giantess was to scramble onto his mom’s hand in almost a panic. His mom arched a brow, and clearly glanced at Birgit before focusing on him. “Son... Am I to assume Birgit gave this girl a scare, considering she seemed to panic when desserts were brought out?” Connor sighed and nodded. Lana shook her head with a sigh, “Well, if nothing else it meant I didn’t have to sit here for a couple hours. I’ll take her to your room; see if I can get some of the human staff to visit.”

Lana stood slowly, and turned to leave the room, pausing briefly to look at Birgit, “Oh, and Birgit? I think we may need to have a discussion later about how to treat new arrivals.” With that final comment, Lana departed with Naomi in her hand.

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Defying Certain Death Part 7

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey;  Safe Vore; Soft Vore; Characters in Distress

Future: While this part is relatively tame, future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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He came to a stop when he saw where the tracks lead. A small opening in the rock where the sheep could pass through to the other side. It wasn’t even as tall as a human. When the girl hunted for him, she must have crawled on hands and knees to get into that area, or waited at the stream for the sheep to come for a drink. But he needed food now. He couldn’t wait for them to come for a drink, and he couldn’t possibly get to that area. It looked like he might have to get off the mountain to find food. But it was a long way to go... he couldn’t wait that long.

He turned and walked back to the water. It was only a stream to him... no doubt a river to the girl when she had come here. He could see her tracks at the riverfront, and catch her scent. A wonderful smell... and he knew she tasted just as good. With the sheep inaccessible, all he could think about now was her. She wouldn’t agree to it, that much was clear... but he needed food. He couldn’t wait until he got off the mountain... and if he used her, he could take the time to clean up as well.

He slipped his hand into his jacket pocket, very carefully scooping the girl up and pulling her out. He cupped his spare hand over her to make sure the cool breeze wouldn’t wake her. Maybe if he was careful... she could possibly stay asleep. He spoke softly, muttering the protection spell that would keep her unharmed inside him. After all she did for him; he wanted to do right by her. She deserved better... but he was so hungry, and it looked like it would be a while before he might get any food.

He very carefully eased the girl onto his tongue, drawing her in and closing his mouth before lowering his hands, hoping that keeping the cool breeze off her would prevent her from waking. The moment he could taste her, even before he fully closed his mouth, he started purring. He couldn’t help it, not with such an excellent taste. He felt her stirring slightly, and tried to quiet the purrs, realizing the sound and vibration could wake her. 

He felt her moving, heard her mutter in her sleep. He had no doubts now that she would wake. His want to have her sleep through it was hopeless. He knew she’d probably panic again, or at the very least protest... but he couldn’t help it. He was quite literally starving... He needed something to at least provide an illusion of having food if he was to even think straight. 

There was no point to trying to keep her asleep now, perhaps he could encourage her to trust him by showing her he could be gentle. Not that he was all that gentle normally... but this was different. She was different. He moved her around slowly, gently as he savored her taste and slickened her up. It was necessary, or his swallowing her would be very uncomfortable for both of them. He could feel her moving a bit, and paused briefly as he waited for her to wake fully. He didn’t want her to panic too much, so he hoped being careful in handling this would help.

His ears lay back when he heard her cry out in fear. He moved her around just a bit, then spoke as softly as he could, “Shh... I’m not going to hurt you. It’s just... there’s no food. I can’t get to the sheep; there’s nothing else available. I used a protection spell... You’ll be safe. I just... can’t help it. I need something to eat... just to hold me over until we’re off the mountain.” He heard her whimper softly, clearly scared. He started to work his tongue beneath her, moving her around a bit, occasionally pressing her gently against his hard palate. He heard her cry, and paused again as he heard her speak, “Please... don’t... don’t do this to me. Don’t make me go through this... I’m scared...”

He wanted to get her out, to talk to her, to convince her it was safe. But he also knew that no matter what he said to her, she would never agree. She wouldn’t accept it. Until she experienced it and saw for herself it was safe, she wouldn’t be able to believe it. He tilted his head back slightly, using his tongue to ease her back. He heard her cry out and try to scramble forward, but he blocked her from being able to do so. “No... no... please no... Please let me out... Please don’t do this to me.” Normally it was easy to ignore such pleas... but after their weeks together, after her caring for him like she had... It was the first time he had felt guilty about eating a human or terran. But he also couldn’t resist. 

Unable to hold off any longer, he swallowed.

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Defying Certain Death Part 8

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Safe Vore; Soft Vore; Characters in Distress

Future: While this part is relatively tame, future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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He felt the girl squirming and fighting as she made the trip down, and he continued to purr. He was quite familiar with those struggles, it was common for his kind to have live prey, some even liked the feel of the fighting and squirming from the frightened prey. When she dropped to the bottom of the stomach he sighed, beyond glad to have the feeling of something in his belly. With the protection spell to keep her safe, to prevent damage and digestion, it was more or less just an illusion of having food... but he didn’t care. Just losing that feeling of desperation helped significantly. 

He rested a hand over his stomach, able to feel the frightened girl panicking, trying to figure out how to climb or escape. He knew she wouldn’t listen while panicking like this, so he would have to wait until she stilled a bit. Since she was in poor shape as well, she tired out quickly, the adrenaline from fear burning out quickly and leaving her without any energy. Once she wasn’t moving as much, when he knew she was more likely to hear him, he started to speak softly. “Don’t worry, little one. You’re safe... Like I told you before, there’s a protection spell. You won’t be harmed. I am sorry... but there wasn’t any food. I couldn’t get to the wild sheep, and I have no idea how long it will take to find something else. I promise I’ll get you back out as soon as I find something to eat. I’m just going to take a little time to get cleaned up, and then I’ll start trying to find something again. You won’t be in there long, and you’re perfectly safe.”

He listened silently a moment, hoping for a response. He knew the protection spell would keep her safe, but he would prefer to have some sort of confirmation that she was fine. He sighed as he lowered his hand, realizing she wasn’t going to respond. He removed his clothing and knelt down, starting to wash the dirt from the fabric. When he leaned over to better work on the clothing, he felt the girl move as the change in angle sent her tumbling to a new spot. She cried out in surprise and he froze, listening in case she spoke. When there was still no comment from her, he went back to cleaning off his clothing.

Once he had finished cleaning up his clothing and himself, he dressed despite the slight chill from them not yet being dry, and started heading down the mountain. He decided to try to get a response from the girl, talking to her, “You know, I don’t think we ever exchanged names. We’ve talked about a great many things, but I don’t think that came up.” He paused as he finally heard a response from her, glad to have better confirmation that she was alright. However, he wasn’t that happy with her response. “I... didn’t see a point. I figured as soon as you were free... well you wouldn’t need my help anymore.”

He sighed, a touch depressed by her answer. He knew Syors like him were known for eating humans, but she actually believed that her work to save him would have no meaning? They may be predators, even seen as monsters... but they weren’t animals. Not just some wild beast. They still knew honor, knew that some circumstances required exceptions. And owing someone your life was such a circumstance. “While it is true that I no longer need your help for survival... You saved my life, and that has meaning to me. I owe you greatly... I intend to see to your safety, little one. How about I start? I’m Barrett.”

He waited for a moment, listening to learn the name of the one who saved him. He was a bit surprised at the length of the silence, and had just started to speak up again when she replied, “Li...” “You’ll laugh.” He frowned, confused by this unusual statement. “Excuse me?” There was a brief hesitation before she spoke again, “You’ll laugh... If I tell you my name, you’ll laugh.” “I don’t see why. It’s just a name.” He started to walk again, moving quickly to leave the mountain to seek better hunting. “Shouldn’t the fact I want to learn your name make it clear I don’t want you hurt?” “I... I’m starting to see that... but... you’ll still laugh at my name...” 

Barrett paused briefly, sighing, “It’s just your name, something to call you by that’s a bit more polite than things like ‘little one.’ Come on, why would I laugh at your name?” She was hesitant to reply to his question, feeling very certain he’d laugh. Not that it was a name that always got laughed at, but rather this particular situation would make it humorous. She didn’t like the idea of him laughing at her name, but she also knew he probably wouldn’t drop the topic so easily. “I figured you’d laugh because... Because my name is Hope.”

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Defying Certain Death Part 12

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

While this part is relatively tame, previous and future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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He could smell Hope before he could see her. It was strange; normally the smell of a human instantly piqued his appetite. But apparently the weeks with Hope had changed his association with her scent. Yes, it still smelled appetizing... but more so he was actually looking forward to seeing her and showing her the supplies he got for her. Strange. He never thought he could think like that about a human... 

Barrett saw Hope turn to look towards him as he walked past the tall trees. He could smell a hint of fear and see she was tense... but despite that she obviously still feared it, he had no desire to eat her, at least not in a way that would harm her. That thought gave him a bit of pause. A bit of loyalty because she saved his life made sense, but it was... strange... that any desire to eat her like he had the two men from earlier was gone. When he decided he needed to repay her somehow, long before she had even succeeded in freeing him. He had assumed it would be a constant struggle with temptation. But instead more than anything he was looking forward to hearing her voice again. 

Was this how the syorians did it? Was it just the long-term exposure that lead the other giant kind to manage so easily around humans? He had wondered before, like many of his kind likely did, how the so-called ‘friendly’ giants dealt with the constant temptation to eat such tasty morsels. Yet the temptation seemed to be mostly gone with Hope. He closed his eyes and took a breath, clearing his thoughts. No point lingering on such things. There were other things to focus on.

He sat down slowly near Hope, setting down the cart he brought near her, then pulling the dead horse from his pocket and setting it down a short distance away. He looked at Hope, who was barely dressed because most her clothes were lain out to dry, only in her undergarments. So much exposed skin to taste should make it even more tempting to eat her... but instead he just smiled, “I got you some supplies, Hope, and a meal for me later. Although you are welcome to have some of the meat if you want.” 

Hope shook her head, hesitating before approaching the cart and going through the back, immediately pulling out a dress to put on. Deciding to take a chance on easing her concerns a little, he decided to go with a white lie, “The lady driving the second cart was all too eager to give up some supplies in exchange for me removing the log in the road... She and her remaining horse seemed a bit spooked as they left, but I figured having her sort it for you was worth letting her leave. Besides, horse is more filling.” A little lie by omission... Implying he hadn’t killed humans for food by speaking of the one he let go. 

He watched Hope go through the cart, smiling when she held up some of the other clothing in front of herself to see how it looked. She seemed a bit calmer... Perhaps his lie worked? “Anyway, Hope, since I’m still recovering, I figured we can stay here for a short time. The woods have elk and deer, there’s water... And it gives you time to decide what you want to do. I can help take you to find whatever rare plants you seek, take you to my home and offer you some of my treasure as repayment for all you’ve done... Help you safely travel anywhere you wish to go... I can even show you through giant lands safely if you wished.”

Hope sighed, “I don’t know... I’ve always made my living growing rare plants because I have a natural talent for it. My location was because it had the ideal conditions to simplify growing... but it wouldn’t be hard for me to settle elsewhere because it would just take a bit of additional magic to adapt. I do like gardening a great deal... but making a living that way isn’t easy. It’s hard to protect large areas of land, and when people want plants for spell components and potions, it’s not unheard of for them to choose to steal instead of purchase. I should have made a small fortune with that business, but there was so much theft sometimes I barely broke even. I truly love it, but it’s not without downsides. As I’ve traveled to re-obtain samples of the plants, I’ve been thinking about it a lot... But I can’t seem to reach a decision.”

Barrett may not be able to relate to her experience or offer advice, but he was extremely glad she was opening up to him. Before now, he had done most of the talking. She discussed that she farmed rare plants for money, but hadn’t gone into much detail. He was again a bit confused by how he was feeling around this human, that something so small was making him happy. Why should he be happy she was opening up to him? All that should matter is repaying her... But instead he was genuinely enjoying spending time with her, more so than many of his giant friends. It was so strange to feel this way towards a human, a being that normally he thought so little of... Maybe Hope was just a particularly unique human. That had to be it.

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Special Gift Part 4

Another story that started out on my deviantart page. Like DCD it will be continued. A G/T story with a much more wholesome giant, but there will be vore.

It occurs long while after Defying Certain Death, but in the same world and both stories do eventually tie together.

Proofreader and creator of Dani: @vore-scientist

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Naomi was a bit tense about being alone with this unfamiliar giantess, but it was better than being surrounded by them. She was carried to a room and set down on an area with a bed and reading area and a large painting of a beach. Naomi stared in shock as the giantess put her hands on the surface as if to pull herself up to sit on it, and began to rapidly shrink as she muttered a word in some foreign language. The giantess continued her action as she shrank, soon sitting on the edge of the surface. Naomi knew her mouth was open but was so shocked by the giantess shrinking it took her a moment to correct it. Lana chuckled a bit as she stood, “I had a feeling that would surprise you. I hope you are more comfortable now that I don’t tower over you. Perhaps now we can have a more relaxed conversa...”

Lana was interrupted by a human sized door flying open as a cute, pudgy young woman kicking open the door shouting, “I just heard the news! Connor got a- Your Majesty!” Then seeing the giantess shrunk, jogged over to hug Lana, giving a kiss on the cheek. Lana sighed, hugging the young woman back, “Hello Dani, good to see you too. This is our new arrival, Naomi. She comes from the Ruby Isles.” “Oh, right!” Dani chimes, turning to face Naomi with the biggest smile on her face, accented with deep dimples. "I heard Connor got a new treat! And wow, she is just as cute as the rumors said! Naomi was it? I’m Dani! I’ve been a paid treat for years; you’re going to love it here! "

“I… am not so sure about loving this place… it’s… a lot to adjust to…” Naomi said, nearly inaudible, kind of overwhelmed. Dani giggled in response, "Well sure! It was a bit scary; I’d actually never been eaten before! First time is sooooo terrifying, but now it's thrilling. So what was it like when Connor ate you? It's been ages since he's called on my services, but I suppose now he's got his own personal snack he won’t need me much at all. It's wonderful! He deserves it, he's such a sweetheart and really, kings should have more exclusive treats!"

Naomi looked horrified, “You mean he’s going to actually eat me? He’s eaten you? It was scary enough being put in his mouth!” Lana tried to interrupt, to explain to Dani about the situation, “Dani please, I think you need to know a bit more…”

"Of course he has, and he pays well, I got so many books... wait..." she faltered "I heard he ate you, the whole courtroom saw it!" Naomi replied, “I… was just in his mouth…” Naomi muttered, “This… has been extremely overwhelming…”

"Really? I mean you were there so you'd know but I am very surprised!" Dani finally noticed the look on Lana's face, "Hold on... I’m missing something. Is... Naomi not Connor's new treat? She's certainly dressed like one. She smells like one, smells like the special salt blend I made specifically for Connor!"

Lana sighed, glad to have Dani’s attention, “Naomi did not volunteer.” At that Naomi quickly added, “Volunteer? I thought giants were a myth before today!” Dani looks insulted at what Lana said, "Vo..." she gasps, "Volunteer!?" Dani said more shrilly, "Lana! You insult me! I am a paid professional! We all are! I cannot believe you would make such an error!" Dani was being intentionally dramatic. Lana’s hand rested over her forehead as she tried to get Dani on track again, “Did you completely miss what she said about not even knowing giants were more than a myth? And I didn’t call either of you a volunteer. I merely said she didn’t.” Naomi, hopeful the conversation now had the two distracted, began to examine her surroundings. She was hoping to figure out how to get away still.

Dani looked confused. "I... don’t know what you are talking about,” Dani said, having managed to miss the important part of what was said,"I think I did miss something," she looked down in a bit of shame and her cheeks got a bit red. "That happens..." but then looked up determined, "so, uh, repeat it, please?" Lana realized it would be best to go for blunt, and clarified the situation to Dani, “Naomi did not choose to be here. Before today, she thought giants were a mainland myth. I overheard the diplomats referring to her as a political prisoner that knows too much…”

Naomi, thinking the two were distracted by the conversation, carefully started to move towards the edge of the dresser. However, the movement immediately caught Dani’s attention, "Hey! Don’t go that way, you'll fall!" Dani called out, not realizing what Naomi was about to do. She even grabbed Naomi's wrist and pulled her back "First thing to learn about living amongst the giants! Stay away from the edges of things, we are very high up!" Naomi sighed, unsure if Dani meant to keep her safe or keep her from escaping, “I’m used to jumping down from the masts of ships. I know all about heights.”

Dani considered briefly and said, "Well still, don't? One does not just... fall off things in front of the queen. It is very rude."

Lana chuckled, “I think she meant to try to run away, Dani.”

Dani replied, "Well maybe you should get big again so she can’t do that!"

Lana sighed, “If it becomes necessary. For now I want to calm her down.”

Dani guided Naomi back to a seating area meant for humans. Naomi was visibly shaky, “They are so big…”

"Well, they are called giants, for a reason," Dani giggled and guided Naomi to sit down in a very plush chair.

Naomi’s voice was a bit higher, stressed, “They look to be as big as the statues of the great sea guardians… and he put me in his mouth! And you said he will surely eat me!”

“Well sure, I thought he already had, we all think that! Well, Everyone in the castle! That’s what giants do with treats. We just taste so good, and they like how it feels to have us in their bellies!” She turns to Lana, “Isn’t that right!”

Lana placed her hand on her forehead, “Of course we love it, but Connor wouldn’t do that to someone scared!”

 “And like I said, you smell like you were doused in Connor’s favorite salts! I made them myself to make his treats taste even better! And you’re dressed as a treat, how was I to know you were… um… forced into this. Do you need some ice water? You’re sweating a lot. ”

“They dressed me as a sacrifice… they want to get me killed! Over a freaking accident!”

Dani laughed again “Killed!? Did you miss the part where I’ve been eaten? Do I look dead to you?” Dani then realized that she should be more mindful and patted Naomi on the shoulder, “You’re not gonna die. I don’t know why you ended up here but whoever dressed you like this didn’t want you to die. They know Connor wouldn’t ever kill a human! Unless you’re an assassin, but I don’t think you are.” Then more seriously she added, “But if you try to run, that might happen. There are some giants around who would happily have you as a snack for real. Connor isn’t one of them. And neither is Lana.”

“You mean like that really scary chef…”

Dani immediately knew who that is and looked like she might laugh again but stopped herself and glanced to the side, “I’ve worked with a lot of Syor... and Birgit… she seems the type, but she knows better. She’s been here for decades. We can both promise you she’d never kill you, she likes her job too much.”

“Syor? You mean giants? She’s the scariest I’ve seen so far…”

“Yes, Birgit is a Syor, the more um… scary kind of giant. And I won’t deny that Birgit is one of the scariest and yet one of the least likely to hurt a human. Oh and her majesty is Syorian. I ask again, do you want some water?”

“Honestly I want fig wine from my home, but water will do.”

“Oh, we don’t have fig wine, but we have figs! I like them with goat cheese and honey! Or just roasted with honey. We can get you some!”

 “Figs would make me feel better… they are a cultural food to us.”Naomi said softly.

 So Dani called for a servant to bring that snack and some juice to drink, having previously read islanders are fond of fruity drinks "Feel any better?"

 “These aren’t like the ones from the islands… but they aren’t bad… this place is so scary…” Naomi said again.

"Repeating that won’t make it less so. You need to think about something else,” Dani suggested.

 Naomi sighed, “Easier said than done... This place is so overwhelming.”

 Lana spoke up, “I would assume it would be to someone unfamiliar with giants. But as Dani and I have both said, Connor won’t hurt you. How about we try to talk about something else. What led to you leaving the islands? It’s not all that common from what I know.”

Naomi was hesitant, but sighed, “I... was starting my new job as an ambassador... I already had worked on careful negotiations at home and it was decided I was ready to negotiate trade with Naterhu.”

She paused to fidget with a fig, trying to think straight. Trying to focus on what she was good at. “We had heard there was a kingdom north of Naterhu called Yorsani, but we wanted to focus on good relations with the one closer before sending ships further north...”

Having peeled off all the skin and removed the stem, Naomi had started removing some of the small, soft seeds, her hands getting juices from the fig on them as she did so, “I always dreamed of working in politics, especially international... even though the islands don’t interact with other nations much it sounded so interesting... I guess... I guess if I’m some sort of... gift... to the king here... I’m just going to be a pet now instead.”

Dani smiled, “Don’t look so glum! This place is great! The giants love us treats so much they will give us the best things. I have gotten language tutors and rare books... You’ll still have access to stuff to learn about other cultures just like you would as an ambassador... you’ll probably have access to learn even more unique things!”

Naomi frowned, “Treats? That’s what I’m to be to the king?”

Lana chimed in immediately, “Connor would never do that against someone’s will. You are not a treat unless you make the choice to be. You are a guest. Someone to talk to... A companion. Not just some treat to sample or some simple source of entertainment.”

The nervous island girl went quiet for a moment before continuing, “Dani you sound so happy with how you live... but this is a far cry from what I wanted for my life. I wanted not just to learn about other cultures, but interact, to handle the challenging situations that arise... to make a difference at the very least for my people, maybe even in the world as a whole.”

Lana arched a brow, “You have a very strong idea of what you planned for your life. Not many know that in their youth. Not many can state it so strongly when stressed.”

One fig now plucked of seeds, Naomi picked up another, “With everything that’s been going on, the lack of information while I was being transported... it’s all I focused on. I didn’t want to think about where I was being taken or what might happen... so I focused on that instead. I thought how even though by family has very different ways of making a living I studied the species of the islands, worked on cultural exchanges to resolve the ongoing issues with the werejaguars and have them more welcome on the big island. I was going to resolve the hostilities with a neighboring island to make ships like my father’s safer. That would increase the hauls of fish and being able to follow the migrations would eliminate the bad season for fishing. I studied the beastfolk of Naterhu, which I learned you call nemeran, and would arrange trade deals that would suit each of their needs instead of just focusing on human trade. I even made sure before my first trip to Naterhu that I knew exactly what body language and even ways of dressing may be seen poorly so that I would make a good impression and seal an important trade deal... and eventually make a name for myself, someone important, and all of this... all of this ruined by a stupid dog!”

"Wow... that... um. That sucks. I do love my life, but I chose it. You had yours taken from you by those... those assholes! Connor should eat them!"

Lana immediately interjected, “Absolutely not.”

Naomi stared at Dani with a horrified expression.

In response to both reactions, Dani added, "He wouldn’t kill them!"

Lana shook her head, “Still no, Dani.” 

Naomi sighed, “I have a lot to think about.”  Lana smiled warmly at Naomi, “Indeed you do. Let’s get you to a washroom, get the fig juice off your hands, get the bath salts off that are meant to flavor you off, maybe some floral scented soaps instead. And a different outfit... Maybe something colorful that covers you a bit better so you feel less exposed.” Lana stood from her seat, making a gesture for Naomi to follow. “Maybe the hot water will help you relax,” Lana said as she opened the door to the human sized passageway in the wall, “We’ll take this path so you don’t have to see any giants at full size… or be carried.”

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