Unknown to Treyna, a petite, peasant girl had witnessed the scenario from afar, leaving her a gasp seeing the female hulk leaving victorious from the scuffle.
The girl’s name was Freya. A short, hardworking and tired peasant girl with a thin frame and messy, brown hair, which had hay straws sticking out of it, the brunt tied clumsily into a crooked ponytail. Her cloths were dirty from work at the stables, her clogs covered in mud and one of the straps of her apron had glided off her shoulder.
She had been carrying milk buckets when she saw the struggle take place, running for cover behind some barrels while curiously watching the enormous woman grow and fight off entire guardsmen with ease. Freya also saw that, before leaving the scene, the overly muscular woman stuffed a little vial into her cleavage, which she seemed to be really fond of.
This little yokel girl herself was really fond of gossip, making Freya unable to resist following the brute to the abandoned barn, curious to know more.
Freya saw her go inside it, and soon followed suit, entering the barn in stealth and silence.
She couldn’t see anyone inside as she peeked around the corner, just rows of stalls and stacks of withered hay covering the entire floor, the whole building creaking, and the wind howling through its old planks where bits of moonlight broke through its cracks, the only lighting this room had. With wide eyes and heavy breath, she carefully checked out the dark stalls, getting more and more scared for each empty one she found. As she reached the end of the barn, the monster leaped from the barn’s ceiling beams, cloaked in the rafter’s darkness, and revealed herself to the peasant girl right in front of her with a booming landing, standing up to her full towering height which Freya only went to her hips at.
Freya would have screamed if not one of Treyna’s large hand had covered her mouth, or rather, her face, leaving her blinded as well.
“SSSH!... quiet!” Treyna snarled: “…Or I will snap that pretty, little neck of yours… understood?”
Treyna could feel Freya attempt to nod beneath her hand, and released her grip, but kept cornering the scared, peasant girl as she eyed her down.
It was the first time Freya had gotten so close to Treyna, feeling her body heat as she marveled at her incredible physic.
Treyna was towering over her with her 8 feet height. Her robust face adorned with lovely, red hair, mounted on top of a thick neck that bulged out to her broad shoulder, connected to arms thicker and more massive than logs, her biceps wider than Freya’s milk buckets and deltoids as large as cannon balls, ending up in huge hands that could break iron bars. Her heaving breasts had swollen as big as her head, all due to growing pec muscles and huge swellings of her mammary glands, showing the world that she was still more woman than most women were, despite her muscular assets. They were adorned on her extensively broad chest, ebbing out into her huge, bulging, dense abs, running down to her long, thick, bulging thigs, huge and powerful, capable of carrying that big, heavy, upper body of hers around. Between them, was a huge, red muff of hair, sprouting out of the remains of her pants, that had turned into a tiny thong, becoming stringy, revealing, tight and hardly covering her huge womanhood at all. The tour finished up with her big, lower legs and huge, burley feet, where remain of her leather boots could be seen around her ankles, showing how enormous her feet had grown compared to what she fit before.
Treyna could see Freya miring her: “You like this fucking body, huh?”
Freya got embarrassed and quickly looked down shyly, still feeling afraid and visible shaking, but Treyna took a hand behind her head and yanked her crooked ponytail down, forcing Freya to tilt her head upwards in a beat, making Freya squeal, Treyna immediately squeezing Freya’s throat to keep her quiet.
They both stared intensely at each other, as Freya’s life was at Treyna’s mercy. The poor, peasant girl, looking so vulnerable and helpless, was certain that she was going to get killed now for disobeying the monster woman, making her squeezed breath and heartbeat so very, very fast.
“…Worship it…” Treyna let go off the girl, much to Freya’s relief, who swiftly followed her command and planted her hands on Treyna’s left thigh, kissing it like her life depended on it, instantly pleasing Treyna, as she looked like a desperate, little puppy happy to see her master coming home.
“Mmmm… fuck yeah, that’s how you do it!”
Treyna grabbed Freya’s waist, making her coil up and whimper, then laid her hulking body down on the floor and her back against the barn wall, which creaked mightily from the added weight. She placed Freya between her legs and pulled her hair onto her abs, where Freya began licking the overgrown rogue’s core, rubbing as much muscle as she could reach with her puny hands, still shaking and scared, but felt weirdly safe in the embrace of the muscle goddess, feeling her big hand fondling her hair.
But Freya’s boundaries were going to be stretched even further, as Treyna pushed the peasant girl’s head down to her hairy snatch and held her down with her right leg crossed over her little body, pressing her down into her muff, where she ordered her to eat.
As the outlaw giantess was getting served, she pinched her nipples and ran her hands across her firm, muscular body, feeling good and powerful, closing her eyes dreamingly and moaned in delight, as Freya worked her tongue and lips on her large vagina, bringing her to a muscle clenching, orgasm that brought peace and tranquility to the enormous brute.
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