Clever as the Devil, and Twice as Pretty

She cowered before him and he was terrifying. He towered over her, ever-smiling, ever-fierce and cunning and gargantuan. The giant's teeth gleamed in the muted light. Despite his outward appearance, it was almost impossible to discern what he was actually thinking. What was he thinking? That this tiny, simpering woman was boring. She was giving him exactly what she thought he wanted and it wasn't exciting in the slightest. She was predictable and predictable didn't keep his attention.

"No...Price...Too...Steep..." The behemoth purred the woman's words back to her. Did she know what those words implied? Was she some sort of simpleton that was unable to see what he was? Or maybe she was like the pallid fae that he'd fucked not too long ago. A whore, ready to lift her tail and be bred like the bitch that she was. Ah, but Aranea had given him what he wanted against her will. They had played the game and she had lost. In the end, she saw exactly what she was. He was gracious enough to show her. A tiny little hum left the brute as he fondly remembered having the pale fae beneath him. Would he receive the same enjoyment from the woman that now begged for his protection?

As the giant continued to walk along, the light of the forest waned until only fireflies occasionally lit their way. Off in the distance a storm brewed. Periodically the deep reverberation of thunder could be felt through the earth beneath their paws. They moved along, his strides lengthened on purpose so that she would have to move more quickly to keep up. He was so kind to give the woman her exercise for the day. Where had she been before she found him? It was obvious that she was a kept woman. The fear and confusion on her features when he first laid eyes upon her proved that she wasn't the worldly sort. "So what happened to your keeper?" His tones were jovial and conversational, but he was keenly interested in her answer.

"Oxx Carpathius"