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Giganterra (Chapter 44)

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Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+ due to sexual content. However, scene is not intended to be erotic.

Word Count: 3.7k

Author's Note: This chapter has art, but I'm saving it for Hug a Tiny Day on 8/11 :)

Update: art linked at end of chapter (it contains the last scene in the chapter so read first)

------ Chapter 44: Distrust ------

Milton didn’t dare to open his satchel until he made it home, as much as he wished to assure Millie that she was safe. He powered through the rain until he was on his property, through the door, and safely inside the privacy of his domicile. He exhaled a breath of relief, shook the water out of his hair and clothes, and rummaged through his cabinets for some basic first aid supplies, collecting things he thought might be useful.

He lived in a modest home, secluded in the woods not far from the castle. He was a bit embarrassed by his humble origins. He wasn’t noble by birth, despite making a living tutoring noble children. His parents valued education immensely and raised him on a steady diet of books and knowledge. Milton inherited their love of learning. He always sought to improve himself, to be the best man he could be, a polished gentleman. His intelligence and calming demeanor had carried him far in life, but above all he strived to be kind.

He decided to take Millie into the bedroom, so that she could rest comfortably on a soft surface while he treated her wounds. He carried his bag along with rags, water, and bandages, among other things, and set them all alongside the bed. His heart palpitated in a mix of nervousness and exhilaration at what was next to come. He would have to handle the human, to hold her and interact with her, in order to take her out of the pouch and help her. He’d read about humans in books, but he hadn’t seen any in real life until he began working at the castle. He didn’t know how she would react.

He swallowed as he opened the flap to peer inside. She was still there, so tiny and cute, nestled among his papers and books. Her arms were curled up to her chest, trembling, as her striking blue eyes stared into his soul. Milton wanted so badly to scoop her up in his hand, bring her in close to his face, and examine her, but he restrained this natural impulse to sate his curiosity.

“May I take you out of there? I’ll have to pick you up,” he asked. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Millie blinked. He watched her tiny throat contract in a gulp before she nodded. She was aware that she didn’t exactly have a choice. Even so, Milton wished to respect her boundaries. He slowly reached his hand in and tucked his fingers underneath her delicate frame. He marveled at how real she felt, how soft and warm and small in the bowl of his hand.

They didn’t break eye contact as he gradually moved her out of the bag and down to the bedspread. He gently laid her down, trying not to loom over her despite how much he desired to see her up close. He set his bag aside and settled on his knees on the floor next to the bed, so he wouldn’t look quite so intimidating. Millie remained perfectly silent, watching him warily. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the details at a rapid pace. She knew how defenseless she was, with her broken ankle. There was no escape. She could only place her faith in this giant man she barely knew, a stranger.

“Do you mind if I tend to your wounds?” his deep, full voice rumbled above her.

She refocused her attention on him, hesitating before nodding. He wet one of the rags and circled his huge hands around her. Millie cringed but kept her mouth shut. She was used to giant hands groping her, violating her, snatching her against her will, tossing her around, pressing down on her, pinching her, handling her roughly, punishing her if she resisted. She was used to being a toy and a plaything, a sex doll for a perverted sadist hundreds of times her size who had absolute control over her destiny.

What she was not used to was a giant caring about her, putting her needs and safety above his own, risking his own neck to save her. She wasn’t used to massive digits touching her out of compassion rather than selfish lust. She had to admire his skillful dexterity as his enormous fingertips glided over her. Milton handled her carefully as he cleaned the blood off her knee, but he accidentally bumped her miniscule ankle with his fingertip. She let out a sharp cry before biting her lips to suppress any further noise, fearful of unknown consequences.

“Oh, sorry!” he exclaimed, retracting his hands immediately. His face twisted up when he realized the volume of his vocalization was probably too loud for her dainty ears. “Sorry...” he murmured again.

Millie wished to speak, but couldn’t force another sound past the thick lump in her throat. Even though she could tell Milton was helping her, she had difficulty trusting any giants after her extended stay with Hardon. She trembled as his huge fingers swooped over her again, this time to wrap a bandage he cut into a strip around her knee. The skinny scrap looked almost comical pinched between his massive fingers, like a gossamer thread.

“This might hurt,” he warned. “I have to set your ankle.” Millie grit her teeth as he broke a splinter off a matchstick to use as a makeshift splint, then positioned it against her leg and firmly bound it with more bandages. She looked up at his huge face overshadowing her as he worked. He was focused, his features pinched with concentration. He provided a stark contrast to the king, who had pale eyes as cold and unfeeling as a frozen sea. Milton’s were a soft brown, as warm and inviting as a cup of coffee.

His huge eyes turned toward her and she flinched. “Does that feel okay?” he inquired. “Not too tight?” She opened her mouth, as if to talk, then closed it again without a peep. She bobbed her head in a slight nod. “Good.” His voice seemed to fill her chest with its rich depth.

Milton moved his hands away in a smooth movement, recognizing that she wasn’t comfortable with him so close. He examined her as best he could without leaning in, checking her slender form and ashen skin with concern. “You look like you could use some food. Are you hungry?”

With all the stress and fear, Millie had forgotten about the needs of her stomach. She placed a hand over her abdomen, which suddenly felt very empty. Milton didn’t wait for a response. “I’ll make you something to eat,” he declared. He rocketed up to his full height in a movement that was casual for him but caused Millie’s heart to leap into her throat.

He left her on the bed and went to the kitchen to make her some soup. Millie waited with consternation, unsure what to think. He seemed nice, yet her nerves electrified her with distressing danger signals. She couldn’t shrug off her visceral distrust and dark cynicism. She believed, deep in her vulnerable flesh, that she wasn’t truly safe, and that she would be harmed and taken advantage of again.

Milton returned with a bowl of steaming hot chicken noodle soup, buttered bread, and a square of cotton cloth. As nauseous as she felt, with all her turbulent emotions, Millie’s tummy clamored for nourishment. She trembled not only from fear but from weakness.

“I do apologize for not having human cutlery,” Milton said. “Or… um… clothes, for that matter. Perhaps you can wrap yourself in this, until we find something more suitable.”

Millie looked at him blankly. She was so used to being naked, on display publicly in the presence of giants, that the concept of modesty was lost on her. Hardon occasionally provided her with nice clothes, to dress up his little living doll and make her pretty, but he invariably ended up violently tearing them off anyway, so she’d learned not to get attached to them. Regardless, she accepted the fabric and clumsily wrapped it around her like a bath towel. She figured she ought to do what she was told, lest she face undesirable repercussions.

Milton dipped the smallest spoon he had, a measuring spoon, into the soup and offered it to his guest, carefully holding it to her lips. She drank from it, relieved to ease her hunger. The rich warmth flowed into her center, revitalizing her aching innards. Milton mashed up the noodles so she could eat them in the soup, and broke off diminutive pieces of toast for her. His heart melted as he took care of her. She was such a sweet little woman. He felt righteous fury for the man who dared to lay hands on her with cruel intent.

Once she was properly fed, and her adrenaline rush wore off, Millie was exhausted. Milton yearned to linger and talk to the fascinating human, to learn all about her and the world she came from, but he didn’t wish to overwhelm her. He cleaned up and left her alone to rest. Despite her gnawing anxiety, and the soreness in every inch of her body, Millie couldn’t keep her eyes open. She passed out again.

Milton tried, and failed miserably, to distract himself with other tasks around the house, but he couldn’t get Millie out of his head. He didn’t know what to do with her. He worried that Chester would renegade on his word and come after her, despite taking the bribe. He resolved to protect her with all his might. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he abandoned her in her desperate time of need. She deserved more.

The giant was tired himself, after pulling an all-nighter, so he chose to go to bed early. He considered sleeping out on the couch, to give the poor woman some privacy, but he felt compelled to stay by her side and guard her through the night, just in case. He considered knocking before opening the bedroom door, but ultimately decided against it and quietly crept inside. Millie was still fast asleep, curled on her side. He tiptoed over to check on her. She looked so peaceful in slumber, in spite of her broken leg, like a miniature angel.

Milton felt an odd urge to caress her cheek and push a strand of her long golden hair out of her face. He was reminded, with a pang in his heart, of his late wife, laying in that same spot on the bed. Acute sorrow washed over him, briefly, but passed before he drowned. He rubbed the empty spot on his finger, now devoid of a ring. The past was gone, and he could never get those happier times back—but sacrificing the ring had been worth it, to save Millie.

He slipped out of his shoes and cumbersome outer layers, but left on his breeches and a light shirt, since stripping in front of his guest would obviously be inappropriate. He eased himself onto the other side of the bed, as smoothly as possible so as not to wake her, not bothering to get under the sheets. He laid on his side, facing her, deep in thought as he watched over her. He didn’t know what the future would hold, but he was scared. He couldn’t allow Millie to fall back into the clutches of the barbaric king. He’d die before he’d let calamity strike her.

Eventually, he drifted off into dreamland. He didn’t sleep well, and kept waking up at the slightest sound and checking on Millie. As the morning crept closer, he fell into a deeper slumber. Millie awakened early, as was her habit. Her morning ritual revolved around King Richard’s perverse desires, since she was required to pleasure him every morning without fail.

Initially, she experienced a surge of panic at her unfamiliar surroundings. She feared she had angered the king, when she sensed plush fabric beneath her instead of a huge chest rising and falling. She felt bare and exposed without the usual giant hand weighing her down. She shot up into a sitting position, only to flop back down as a spasm of pain ricocheted up her leg.

She looked up at a plain ceiling, instead of a lavish purple canopy. Her memories rushed back and she sat up again, more carefully this time. Her body was terribly sore all over, but that wasn’t her biggest concern at the moment. She turned her head to behold the mountainous figure of her new giant owner, sprawled out on the enormous bed like a living hillside. She shivered at the sight, unease slithering around her neck and threatening to strangle her.

She wanted to run away. She wanted to be far, far away, anywhere but this hazardous world where she didn’t feel safe, here with yet another giant. She forced back her tears, as she always did. No time for that. She had come this far; she needed to focus on surviving another day. She would do what she had to, in order to keep going.

She shuddered. This giant—Milton—had been kind to her, yet even King Richard had his moments when he acted tender and sweet, as much as she loathed his every touch. She knew, all too well, that if she didn’t give him what he wanted, he would become pushy and insistent, until he took it from her by force. She didn’t see any evidence to the contrary that this giant would be any different. He’d given up his wedding ring to have her: What other reason would he have to do that, if not to keep her for himself? To use her for his own pleasure?

She felt trapped. She believed she didn’t have any other choice but to appease him, to appeal to his base desires, to demonstrate her utility so he wouldn’t damage or discard her when he got bored of her. The best she could hope for was that this man was less sadistic than King Richard. She laboriously dragged herself across the comforter, ignoring the pain shooting up her leg. She made it to his torso and struggled to climb up with her raw hands and useless leg. His body was soft and spongy, without much solid purchase, but she managed to scale him to the top of his squishy belly. She took a deep breath before diving down into his pants to access his pleasure center.

Milton, unaware of Millie’s intent, kept snoozing. He was dreaming about his deceased wife. He was in a bare, stark room with blinding white walls, separated from her by an invisible glass barrier. She emanated a seraphic glow as she smiled serenely at him. Milton banged on the glass, trying to break through, but he only succeeded in bloodying his knuckles. He gave up and crumbled to his knees, touching his fingers to the glass forlornly. His wife held out her hands to show him a small box, wrapped in colorful paper and ribbon like a birthday present.

Milton tilted his head, puzzled, as she unwrapped the gift, tossing the paper and ribbon to the floor. She opened the lid to reveal Millie, sparkling and radiant like a grand prize. She took Millie out of the box and gave her a loving kiss on her head before offering her to Milton. The giantess dissolved away into a swirling, glittery mist that surrounded the tiny human woman, absorbing into her as she floated in the air.

Millie’s diminutive figure began to grow, until she was giant-sized like Milton. She pressed her hands on the glass and pushed clean through, melting it like butter. Her hands continued to move forward and touched his belly, sending a pleasant tickle through his skin. She brushed her fingers down his abdomen as her body drifted into his, her head laying to rest on his chest. Milton enveloped her in his arms as her hand reached into his pants. He blushed hard at the intimate contact, but he couldn’t help but enjoy her tender touch.

Milton slowly woke up from his wet dream. He was feeling wonderful, sublime even, his cheeks still hot with the kiss of a blush. As he stared at the ceiling, and sank back down into reality, deep shame surfaced within him at what his subconscious had conjured. He thought Millie was cute, but he hadn’t considered doing anything like that with her—with a human. Plus, he didn’t know her well. He wouldn’t take advantage of her like that.

The fog of sleep dissipated, and he realized something was very off. His dick was rock hard, and something was alive in his pants, vigorously stroking it. His heart was beating fast as blood rushed to his loins. “What in the-”

His eyes scanned the bedspread for Millie as he reached for his junk, cheeks flushed with mortification. He didn’t understand what was going on, but he didn’t want the poor human to see him touching himself. His hand wrapped around his penis, engulfing a living organism that shifted in his grasp. Her absence was soon explained when he pulled the human woman out of his pants.

“Millie!” he cried out in shock. “What are you doing?!” In his bewildered state, he spoke much louder and more forcefully than he intended. Millie recoiled in his fist, clearly spooked.

“I’m sorry, Your Majes—er, I mean, Master!” she wailed. “I was trying my best to please you! Don’t punish me!” Her crystal blue eyes bubbled with copious tears.

“W-What?” Milton stammered, at a loss. His grip on her loosened as his mind failed to fully process the situation. Millie, scared that he would cast her to the hard floor, clung to his digits desperately.

“I’ll do whatever you want!” Millie blubbered, almost incoherent with panic, and fully aware that she was at the mercy of new and unpredictable giant hands. “Anything you please! I’ll rub myself all over your cock, I’ll give you a foot massage, I’ll let you devour me alive, just please don’t hurt me! Don’t kill me!” The dam burst and her face was flooded with rushing rivers of sorrow. “I don’t want to die!”

“Huh?” Milton blinked, gaping at her with his face still burning. He released her on the soft comforter as if afraid to touch her and backed off. “Millie, what are you talking about? I wouldn’t make you do any of those things!”

Millie sniffed. “Well, you bought me, didn’t you? I belong to you? That’s what giants do to their pet humans!”

Milton gaped at her, stunned. He knew the giant king was an evil man, but he never thought Millie would lump him in with that odious monster! And her presumption that he paid for her, to keep her like a slave, was appalling to him. He needed to assuage her fears and rectify the misunderstanding immediately.

“Millie, I had to pay a bribe in order to get you out of there! I was helping you! I’m not your owner, and you’re not a prisoner here. I… I don’t know what we’re going to do next, but I’m here to help you, not use you! Honestly!”

Millie stared up at him intensely, eyes glistening. “You… you really mean that?”

“Yes. I do.” The giant and the human sat in silence for a long moment as they both processed the conversation. Milton was at a loss. He desired Millie to feel safe with him, but that would depend on her. He understood now how deep her wounds ran, how difficult her recovery would be. He felt all the more ashamed when he recalled his dream, and how physically pleasurable Millie had felt in his pants. The fact that she did such a thing while he was asleep, because she was frightened of him and what he was capable of, broke his heart.

“Your ring…” Millie brought up, snapping him back to the present. “It was a wedding ring? You’re married? Why isn’t your wife here?”

Milton deflated. “My wife… passed away a few years ago. From illness. I wore the ring to remember her…”

Millie swallowed, examining her hands in her lap. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“So that was no trivial sacrifice. Giving up that ring.”

Milton shrugged sadly. “She’s long gone.” He paused. “And it’s just an object. I know that. It’s not worth a life.” He contemplated Millie, lowering down slightly. “I’m glad you’re here, Millie. I’ll do everything in my power to protect you. That filthy man won’t ever touch you again, nor any other without your permission. I promise you that.”

Millie had no more doubts, with the sincerity he evinced in his tone. She began to cry again, but not from sadness this time. The thought that she might finally be free, her most cherished fantasy that she couldn’t dare to hope for, made her burst with pent-up emotion that she couldn’t contain. “Thank you…” she murmured, wiping her eyes.

“Millie… if you trust me… may I?” Milton asked, lowering his huge hands on either side of her.

“Y-yes,” Millie agreed, sniffling. Milton gradually cupped his hands around her so she was enveloped in his palms. He lifted her up and cradled her against his chest in a hug. Milton experienced a tenderness that he hadn’t felt for anyone—any woman—in a long, long time. He would fight to the death for her security and happiness; nobody would snuff out her light.

Millie snuggled up to his chest and cried. She’d been forced to endure the worst torments and scrap for her survival for so long, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt the embrace of a man who cared for her. He was the pillar of support that she desperately needed. It was cathartic, to be engulfed by his warmth and his hands, shielded from the rest of the world that sought to extinguish her. For once, a giant’s size was a source of comfort rather than terror. She could be at peace.

Art of Milton hugging Millie

Chapter 45

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