Barbarian (High fantasy setting, female/futa, big dick, muscle, mini giantess)

"I never disappoint," I boasted with a smirk. I stroked my pulsing girth, coaxing a couple more weak spurts onto his raised backside, white globs landing on his sexy cheeks alongside his abused hole. He was a tight lay, and well worth the pretty penny he had given me for my time.

"You got that right," he shivered. "Definitely worth the price." He flexed his butt, trapping my seed inside him and rolled onto his butt, his softening 6-incher beginning to droop, still slick and shiny from his climax. "Oh, I'm all dirty now."

"Don't expect me to take care of that~" I hummed, getting up. "I have a strict no-cocks-inside-me policy." I smoothed my disheveled blonde hair back and tied it loosely into a ponytail before working on cleaning up my softening third leg.

"Nyeh, party pooper," my client pouted cheerfully. He toweled his dick off. "I'm almost tempted to spent my last gold on round two. Giants don't have cocks that big."

"Flatterer," I snerked, tossing him his tunic. "Save your money, you're no good to anyone if you're a beggar."

"A happy beggar."

"Go on, git!" I hissed, grinning. I strapped my endowment to my leg and pulled up my long skirt. Hopefully it would hold this time, I couldn't very well serve my customers with three knees pushing out against my clothes. I yelped as I was embraced from behind, a pair of hands cupping and squeezing my somewhat impressive bosom. "Hey!"

"Mmmm," he sighed, enraptured. "Beautiful and well-endowed, you have it all, Myria."

"And don't forget I'm strong enough to pin you," I reminded him threateningly, still unable to keep from grinning. I craned my neck back, eye level just above his, average for a hermaphrodite as I was.

"Yes ma'am." He slunk off and before long I could hear his plodding footfalls creaking on the stairs. I tucked my ruffled tavern top on, followed by a leather corset that heavily accentuated my bust and topped it off by washing and braiding my hair. Now presentable, I returned to the ground floor of my tavern, where I was greeted by the sight of men, women and herms enjoying their drinks together.

Livan was a good little village. Walled-in and well fortified, it sat between the large port city of Cwanave and Gathiol, the mountain that was the target of many monster hunters looking to make names for themselves. This strategic position made it a frequent haunt for the bold who sought either respite, trade, or just a few ears to listen to them boast, as one was doing now in a corner. I, Myria Woodsing, ran the largest (and only) tavern in the village, making me the most affluent citizen.

So why would I whore my cock out to travelers? The answer is simple: I like it. I know for a fact I've got the biggest cock this side of the mountain (for a human, at least, as some of the larger minotaurs might be able to do better), and hearing the lusty maids and heroes moaning and praising me was a sweeter sound than even Elaewyn's singing (that slutty little elf~). Naturally, I have to charge a sizable sum for most people, otherwise I'd never see the end of things. I make exceptions here and there for those I really want to fuck, but so far that honor only extended to the lovely Elaewyn and Hiunaf the blacksmith's son (that perverted old boy~).

All the money from my popularity showed in the lavish seating, finest quality food and drink, and exquisite furnishings. I even went so far as to hang up some tapestries last winter, which still remained, embroidered by Cwanave's finest seamstresses.

With a satisfied smile, I slipped behind the counter and sent the maid to fetch abandoned mugs and to fill the empty ones still in use. With a click of the tongue, I gave her rump a playful slap, eliciting a quiet yelp and a furious blush to match her bright red hair. Watching her go, I leaned on the counter and relaxed, ready for another uneventful and enjoyable day.

Uniformity was something that had become uniform in and of itself in my life. I provide food, drinks and cock, sunrise to sunset, go out and buy what the tavern needs, spend some of my whoring money as I like, spend time talking with my friends... outside of that, nothing new ever happened, save for the odd wedding or funeral. We were safe from the monsters, and free from the harassment Cwanave's soldiers were occasionally known for. The best of city and nature life, and none of the downsides.

So you can understand my surprise when all of a sudden what appears to be a cross between a hill giant and a troll- or maybe a knoll (yes, knoll, like a hill) is the next customer to step in. It's massive. Unbelievably huge. Far too small for the door, and yet, bending down and coming in shoulder first, it managed to enter without damaging a

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