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  Maleka returned to her own body to see him breathe one last sigh, a distant smile on his face. Behind Oskar, the Ogre Lord seemed satisfied with his work as he watched the twitching ass in front of him.

  'That was the entrée,' Maleka said. 'I hope I have your trust now?'

  The ogre narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. Maleka advanced toward him, unlacing the strings of her dress to let her round breasts spill out. The ogre's eyes fixed on them, and he licked his lips with his huge red tongue.

  Maleka rounded the chair, and the ogre turned in his seat to face her. The bulge in his kilt was still there, and with one huge hand he rubbed it idly as she watched, a dark patch of pre-cum soaking through it. She approached slowly, teasingly.

  'You see,' she purred. 'You have a treasure I would like to take from you.'

  Her eyes went meaningfully to his vast bulge.

  'More, I think, than that boy would be able to handle.'

  She glanced at Oskar as she spoke, who still seemed to be in a daze of post-orgasmic bliss.

  'The human understands,' the Ogre Lord said, and he stood, his huge cock head outlined by the fabric it strained against. The ogre lunged forward, and Maleka allowed herself to be swept up in his powerful arms. He carried her like a groom would on a wedding night, through a door and down a hall, into a vast bedchamber, with a bed large enough for four people.

  The ogre threw her carelessly down onto the vast bed, and she bounced once before coming to a rest. Before she knew it the Ogre Lord was over her, huge and overpowering, sweat glistening on his colossal chest, the strong smell of his fresh musk filling the air. She glanced down to see his hands unlacing the kilt, and as it fell away it revealed a gigantic penis amidst a tangle of black pubic hair, and a set of balls that hung low in their sack, heavy with the ogre's seed. He placed one heavy hand on her head, drawing it back until she met his huge, intense eyes.

  'The human wants this?' the Ogre Lord rumbled, and Maleka ran her tongue over her lips.

  'The human wants all of this,' she responded, her hands exploring his body. The ogre straightened up, straddling her and bringing his huge cock close to her face. She could smell the sweet scent of his pre-cum as it glistened on his red cock head, standing proud from the stone-grey shaft. Maleka lifted her head to run her tongue along his slit, tasting the syrupy taste of it, before running her tongue down along the underside, drawing a rumble of pleasure from the ogre. As she came back up she slipped her mouth over the thick tip, her lips straining around its size, and the monster gave another primal growl.

  'Good human,' he said, and placed his hand on the back of her head, beginning to rock his hips so that he fucked her mouth with the tip of his cock. Maleka panicked briefly at the loss of control, but then succumbed to it – if the Ogre Lord meant to hurt her, she figured, he would have by now. Instead she encouraged him, pushing herself deeper onto the cock, taking more of it in her mouth. It was too big to take all the way, but she took enough to make the ogre grunt with surprise, and with her free hand she cupped the ogre's huge balls, releasing a slight sizzle of magic through them, drawing another groan from the ogre, and a fresh surge of pre-cum in her mouth which she hungrily sucked down.

  The ogre suddenly pulled away, its cock sliding out Maleka's mouth with a wet pop, and she looked into his eyes to see the frenzy of passion beginning to take control. He swept one powerful leg back and to the side to part hers, and then again with the other, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, her pussy practically opening itself. The ogre's hand shot down to his huge cock, and Maleka suddenly screamed as the tip slide inside her – it was a mingled scream of pleasure and pain, the ogre's cock feeling far larger inside her than she had imagined. She felt like she was going to rip in half, but at the same time felt perfectly full, like it was meant to be. As the ogre slid in deeper, ignorant of her reaction, the pressure only built, Maleka's mind shot through with stars, no longer with any idea if it was a good or bad thing she was feeling, only knowing that it felt huge, and powerful, and bestial, so perfectly primordial that it could only be right.

  The ogre began to fuck her vigorously, not building like a lover but simply fucking her like she was meat, and Maleka gave herself into the feeling, submitting to the might of the Ogre Lord, accepting the control that came with his vast body, his huge cock, his strength that was far greater than any man could achieve.

  She could feel the rising pressure inside her, a primal hunger for this giant monster's cum, the feeling of tapping into some primordial desire and succumbing to its overwhelming dominance. The Ogre Lord began to grunt harder, his motions becoming wild as he pounded her straining pussy, his chest heaving, and soon he began a rising growl that built and built, and Maleka could sense he was close – and with one wild howl he came, his massive cock twitching inside Maleka's hole, the new feeling enough to tip her over the edge and send her plunging into a whirlpool of sensory chaos, her pussy twitching, her heart pounding, his skin burning, and she could feel the Ogre Lord's huge load filling her up, so much that it poured straight out of her pussy, and as she began to rise out of the chaos of her climax, she could see his eyes clenched tight as the throbbing of his length inside her began to subside. Slowly he withdrew, and Maleka's muscles finally relaxed with a sudden feeling of relief. The ogre gazed down at her.

  'The human is good,' it rumbled, after catching its breath. 'This one is pleased.'

  'Mmmm,' Maleka purred, and sucked in one long breath. 'Thanks for your hospitality. That was...exceptional.'

  She lay back, and could still feel the ogre's juices running out of her pussy. The ogre rolled off her, slumping heavily onto the bed beside her, and before she knew it, the beast was asleep.

  'Men,' Maleka mused, before she drifted off herself, first taking care to place a spell on herself that would wake her if the ogre stirred first.

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  Maleka slipped back into her dress, and laced up her boots, preparing for the road ahead. The ogre's voice suddenly rumbled at her from the other side of the room.

  'Where is the human going? This one did not say it could go.'

  'No,' Maleka replied. 'You're right. You didn't.'

  The ogre climbed out of the bed, rising to its full, impressive height, and began to wrap a kilt around itself.

  Maleka smiled placidly at him.

  'No need to get fired up,' she said. 'We can finish this amicably. You still have your gifts, and I have what I want. Fair's fair.'

  'This one wants more. This one wants the human to stay.'

  'Well, that's not happening. Thank you for the offer, though.'

  The ogre bared its teeth.

  'The human is mistaken. This one wasn't offering.'

  The ogre picked up a heavy club from beside the bed, and hefted it in his huge hand. The muscles of his granite-grey body rippled and shifted as he worked himself into fighting form. Maleka could see the beginnings of an erection forming beneath his kilt – the link between combat and sex again there in the ogre's mind. There was a reason they favoured the club.

  Maleka shook her head.

  'Don't force my hand,' she said.

  The ogre raised the club and advanced on her, but before he could reach her Maleka held out her hand and muttered a cantrip. Energy suddenly danced around the wooden club, and the Ogre Lord stared dumbfounded as the club ripped itself from his grip. He tried to grab it out of the air as it hovered in front of him, but Maleka twitched her hand and the club moved suddenly, sweeping low to the floor behind the ogre's feet and then shooting forward. The monster tripped, slamming to the floor with a bang that reverberated through the fortress, and Maleka's smile turned to a grin as a new twitch of her hand lined the ogre's club up and raised its legs. In the shadows of its kilt she could see its straining erection and heavy balls, and slowly she sent the club up into the shadows. The ogre's eyes bulged as he watched, powerless, but his fear gave way to a groan of pleasure as inside the kilt the club worked its way between the muscles of his as
s, and into his hole.

  The ogre clawed at the air as if to get his hands on Maleka still, but he was clearly torn between desire for her and a willingness to give into the pleasure he was experiencing. Finally he rolled his head back, his eyes sliding closed, as Maleka began to fuck the Ogre Lord with its own thick club, forcing the hole as wide as the ogre's fist.

  Maleka reached out with her power, tearing the ogre's kilt away, revealing his thick thighs and huge cock, which sprang straight up, liberated from the kilt's confines. The ogre's legs were in the air, and Maleka could see the way the club's rounded end had disappeared into his ass, the ogre's hungry hole taking half the length of the weapon already. Maleka continued to fuck him with it as he grunted and groaned, and she left an enchantment on it as she sidled out of the room. Behind her she could hear the ogre still losing himself in the pleasure of being fucked with his own weapon.

  The best part, Maleka thought, was what he would soon discover, when the club had brought him to orgasm and made him shoot his huge ogre's load all over himself and the room. The Ogre Lord would discover that every time he picked up his club to cause harm, it would instead cause him great pleasure...

  And as the Ogre Lord's wild, ragged cries suddenly shot through the fortress, Maleka's gift as a Seer told her that the Ogre Lord would have not a single problem with this new arrangement.

  END

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  Jamie Westlake is a bisexual (read: insatiable) erotica author, specializing in the weird and wonderful world of myth and monsters.

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