Taming the Goliath (Dungeons & Dragons)

A/N: Taming the Goliath was a commissioned one-shot originally written back in December of 2018. Posting it up here for people to enjoy!

Themes: Master/Slave, Mind Break, Rough Sex

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While the rest of the group goes on ahead, Edward stiffens up as a familiar massive, muscular arm falls over his shoulders, the large gray fist at the end of it curling around to pull him into a half-hearted, but still very uncomfortable headlock. At the same time, Break-Horn's other hand slides into his coin pouch without pause.

"Edward! I need some coin for tonight's drinks! You don't mind, do you?"

The young human's first instinct is to squirm away, but that's not going to happen. The woman who currently has him in a headlock might be doing so half-heartedly, but half-hearted for a Goliath is still stronger than him. Two feet taller and plenty beefier, Break-Horn the Carver gets what she wants when she wants it. Of course, it doesn't help that her breasts, covered by nothing more than a thin top, are pressed right into the side of his head as she does this.

Edward is left to stutter and stammer a bit, at odds with his usual level of confidence in the face of his overpowered, musclebound party member. In the end, he doesn't have to give a true response. Break-Horn takes several gold from his pouch and releases him a moment later, heading into the tavern after the rest of the group, tossing out a negligible 'thanks!' over her shoulder at him.

She didn't mean it. She never meant it. At this point, their relationship was rather clear, and as Edward, a Monster Hunter and skilled combatant in his own right stands there before the tavern, he grimaces, lamenting Break-Horn the Carver for being such a big, stupid, sexy Goliath. If she was a male, he might have had an easier time of it. Oh sure, he'd still never go up against her head-on, but he also wouldn't have let this continue as long as it had. Male Break-Horn would have gone to sleep one night and simply not woken up thanks to a line across his throat or something slipped into his drink.

Edward was a Monster Hunter, he knew how to deal with the big ones. But what he didn't really know how to deal with was woman. Oh sure, he could be charming when he needed to be. The problem was, charming was what seemed to draw Break-Horn in in the first place, like a moth to a flame or bees to honey. She'd taken his gentlemanly qualities as a weakness for the fairer sex, and despite her all-around low intelligence, she'd very clearly figured out how to use her body to her advantage, at least with him.

Her sexy, musclebound form, combined with her strong arming was beginning to drain him dry at this point! And the worst part was, they'd both just got paid for the same damn job! Break-Horn didn't need his fucking coin, she had plenty of her own! Though he knew full well that THAT wasn't true. It wasn't like she was taking his gold and then squirreling her own away. Oh no, she'd spend both their gold if it got her more ale, the damn bitch.

As he finally does enter the tavern, one of the party tries to wave him over. But Edward just shakes his head and waves them off, instead making a beeline for the proprietor of the establishment, getting himself a room, and heading upstairs as fast as possible. He didn't have the gold for drinks anymore, and he'd need the rest for everything else.

Plus, if he could, he needed to find a way to deal with Break-Horn, permanently. He just wasn't sure what he could do that wouldn't keep their party from splintering irrevocably afterwards. Sure, they were more a marriage of convenience, the group of them, but they'd still done good work in these parts, and made plenty of coin in the process. If at all possible, Edward wanted to keep making coin, just without Break-Horn fucking stealing a portion of it after every damn job.

Luckily, in the last town they'd been in, there'd been a bookstore. And in that bookstore had been a tome that Edward hadn't thought twice about buying. He'd been very careful not to let any of his party see his purchase, of course, and in the adventures that had followed since that time, he'd not yet had a chance to crack open the book.

Now though, alone in his room, the door barred from the inside, Edward pulls out the book, simply titled as it was "All About Goliaths". It sounded too good to be true, and in the young Monster Hunter's experience that often meant it was, but at the same time, he had to at least see if he could find anything, anything at all that would help him with big, sexy Goliath problem.

So, in the flickering candlelight, Edward opens the book up and begins to read. And then he keeps reading, on and on through the night, long after everyone else has staggered their way to their own rooms, long after he's ignored every knock, from soft to banging on his door. He reads, and he tries to figure out what he can use to finally bring Break-Horn down a peg.

At first glance, there's nothing. He reads the damn book from front to back, and while he learns some more interesting things about Goliaths that he didn't know before, much of it is stuff he already DID know. Break-Horn was strong. Break-Horn was not too smart. Break-Horn didn't need to be smart to break things in half. Yeah book, he fucking knew how tough Goliaths were, thank you very much. He'd watched one go to work multiple times now.

His second pass still doesn't really offer up anything in the way of plans. Edward just wants Break-Horn to back off, so they can keep the good thing they've got going… well, going. But beyond challenging her to a contest of strength and somehow winning, the book doesn't offer much for how to make a female Goliath back down.

Its only on his third pass-through that Edward, growing desperate enough to let his mind run wild with any idea, no matter how crazy, finally stumbles upon something that piques his interest. Namely, a simple fact that stares up at him from the page, as if demanding to know why he hadn't noticed it from the very beginning.

Goliaths mated for life. Better than that, a female Goliath's disposition towards her mate depended entirely on their first night together! Much like the contests of strength, fucking a Goliath was a contest of dominance more than anything else. If you let the Goliath take control, they would always believe themselves in control. If you took control however, if you proved yourself the dominant half of the relationship, they would shift into a more submissive mind state.

That… that was it! That was what he had to do! Except… this wasn't what he was looking for originally. He wouldn't be able to keep the party together if he went this route. There was too much risk of the others catching on to what he was doing and interfering. If they interfered… Edward shudders as he thinks back to the time that Break-Horn singlehandedly killed an Archangel while the rest of them were dealing with one measly fucking Werewolf.

Yeah. If he was found out before he'd managed to have his 'first night' with Break-Horn, before he could set the mood for the relationship in the RIGHT direction… he could only imagine what would happen next. No, he wouldn't be able to do this anywhere even semi-public, and certainly not where the rest of the group could walk in and stop it at any moment.

He needed privacy and plenty of alone time with that big, dumb, sexy Goliath if he was going to enact this plan. And afterwards, they'd not be able to rejoin the group, the others would recognize the change and then he'd be in the same damn boat. This option, this choice… if he went through with it, he would have to fully commit. It would end with him breaking all ties to the party that he'd adventured with these past several months.

And that… that was okay. The more Edward thought about it, the more he realized he was perfectly fine with giving up these fledgling bonds that had been growing between them and the others. None of them were truly worth that much to him, but Break-Horn… this went beyond just stopping her now. The idea was setting root in his mind, and the more Edward thought about it, the more he knew he wanted to do it. He wanted to take the arrogant, haughty bitch of a Goliath and put her in her place. He wanted to knock her down a peg. More than that, he wanted to make her HIS bitch…

It's very, very early in the morning when Edward finally closes the book and tucks it away again, before crawling into bed. He doesn't get much sleep over the next few hours, before a rooster crows and a heavy pounding fist on his door tells him to get his ass downstairs. But that's okay. Because now Edward has a goal. Now he has a plan. And if he can achieve what he's aiming for… well, that'll make it all worth it, in the end.

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It takes weeks to set things up properly. He can't let anyone catch on to what he's doing, so he has to let everything continue as it was. Break-Horn gets to keep stealing coins from his coin purse, while Edward squirrels away whatever's left for his plans. Slowly but surely, as the group continues to adventure, continues to find treasure, take down baddies, and generally save the day, Edward gets what he needs.

He gets the coins, he makes the appropriate contacts, and all in all, he prepares to finally fucking doing it. When he's sure that he's ready, he simply waits for the next time they stop at a tavern. This time, he leads the way inside, and before Break-Horn can even get close, he's buying drinks for just about everybody.

"Drinks on me! Get us a round, Barkeep! Whatever my dear companions want!"

Perhaps it was a bit suspicious, given he'd been somewhat aloof for weeks, but when confronted with the promise of free ale, the vast majority of his party was VERY susceptible. No one truly thinks twice about accepting the free round, instead simply welcoming him back to the table as they all settle down and begin to wash away a bit of their exhaustion with drink.

Edward gets the next round as well, but for the third, he allows one of the other party members to get it. Of course, Break-Horn drinks enough for two of them, maybe three, so he slides her some gold, so she can buy her own on top of what the group is buying for each other, round after round. And then, he slips her some more gold as they begin to get positively sloshed.

The young Monster Hunter acts as if he's getting nice and tipsy and then well on his way to smashed as well, but in truth, he barely drinks anything. Most of his ale ends up in front of Break-Horn, who he's chosen to sit by on purpose tonight. Everyone else is so busy with their own drink, and Break-Horn is so eager to down whatever's placed in front of her that no one really notices he's not drinking. After all, he's acting just as drunk as the rest of them, right?

This charade continues well into the night, until everyone is positively sloshed and stumbling to their feet, the mutual decision to head to bed not a particularly hard one to make. Of course, even for a Goliath, Break-Horn has had too much to drink. This is no more apparent then when she stands up from the table, only to crash forward into it, causing the entire thing to crunch to the floor, its legs broken off from the massive musclebound woman's weight.

The entire tavern goes silent, but Edward isn't about to let something like this stop him now. He's got the extra coin, so he laughs off the damages, pays off the barkeep, and with the help of his party, drags Break-Horn up to her room. And if he just so happens to be the last one to leave her room after they all get her into bed… well, the rest of the group is too drunk to notice that. Just as they're too drunk to pay Edward any mind when he hesitates for a moment in front of her door.

As everyone else in the group disappears into their rooms to sleep off the worst drinking binge they've had in months, namely thanks to Edward buying more rounds than any of them truly needed, the Monster Hunter himself grins slightly, straightening up and letting his true sobriety finally come to bear as he spins on his heel and walks right back into Break-Horn's room.

Moving over to the bed, which she's currently face-down across, Edward reaches out and grabs Break-Horn's shoulder, shaking it a little bit.

"Break! Hey, Break… wake up!"

He whisper-shouts, but it has no real effect. Break-Horn mumbles under her breath, but she doesn't even try to bat him away. Her musclebound form twitches, and that's all it does. Feeling somewhat more confident, Edward goes a step forward. Due to her height, both her head and upper shoulders, as well as her feet, are dangling over either side of the bed. Walking around to her head, Edward grabs the Goliath by her ponytail and pulls hard, lifting the upper half of her body up and staring at her slack jawed, unconscious face.

A low groan leaves her throat at the discomfort of having her hair pulled, but other than that, she has no reaction. She's well and truly out of it… and those fat tits of hers that have been pressed up against him so many times are right fucking there in front of his face. Reaching forward impulsively, the human man easily slides his hand under her skimpy top and grabs one of her tits, groping it viciously. When this barely provokes a response from the blackout drunk Goliath, he moves it over to her other breast and does the same to it.

A slow, wicked, sadistic smirk spreads across Edward's face.

"You're a stupid cunt, Break. You always have been, and always will be. But you're a strong stupid cunt, aren't you? Better that someone have that power, that strength in check, then let you keep running around doing whatever the fuck you want with it. And after the amount of gold you've taken from me, I've all but bought your ass, haven't I?"

Deciding he wants more, Edward lets go of Break-Horn's tit and climbs onto the bed. He moves to the side of her, and his hand pulls up the furred skirt she uses to cover her crotch and her legs. She's got nothing in the form of underwear beneath that, so his fingers quickly make contact with her solid, firm ass cheek. Grabbing onto one of them is like trying to grasp warm but extremely hard granite. It's as if she's chiseled from stone, but still very much alive.

Moving from her ass to between her legs, Edward spends a moment prying them open. She's not instinctively keeping them shut, but each of her musclebound appendages are heavy in their own right, especially as they're dead weight right now with her completely out of it. Still, eventually Edward gets a hand up to her mound. He presses his fingers to her slit and finds the first part of Break-Horn that can truly be called soft. Oh sure, her breasts had a lot more give to them then the rest of her body, but its her cunt that's made for fucking, and no amount of muscle is going to change that.

Pistoning two fingers in and out of her doesn't seem like enough, so Edward ramps it up to three, and then four. All the while, he continues to tell Break-Horn what he thinks about her, continues to talk about how she's injured his pride and now she's paying the price for it. She just moans in her sleep, the fingers in her cunt finally seeming to have an effect.

Eventually though, he has to graduate to straight up fisting her, pushing his entire hand up into her to really stretch her out. Gritting his teeth at the pressure her inner walls exact on his fist, Edward doesn't stop for anything. He doesn't stop until finally, he manages to get an orgasm out of the drunk, unconscious Goliath. Only as her pussy juices flood down his hand and arm does Edward grin viciously and draw back. His other hand slips into a pouch by his side, and he pulls forth a needle connected to a vial. The syringe is filled with a very special treat he's prepared for her, a tranquilizer that he normally uses during monster hunts.

Pressing it into Break-Horn's neck, Edward watches with glee as the payload is delivered. For a moment, Break-Horn seizes up, and his breath hitches… but then she slumps again, even quieter and stiller now, very clearly under the effects of the tranquilizer. As it so happened, it was in that moment that he heard a rapping on the window.

Moving over and opening the shutters, Edward grins as he looks into the face of one of the men he'd hired for what came next. This was where the lion's share of his gold had had to go. Drinks were cheap… a band of rogues with a cart, willing to transport 'live goods' and him where he wanted to go… Now THAT was expensive.

Still, they proved well worth their coin over the course of the next few hours. At first by helping him extract the unconscious but still massive Goliath out through the window of the tavern and down to the cart waiting below, and then by covering their tracks as they went along, taking him and Break-Horn out of town and towards the prearranged destination.

Everything had gone according to plan, and with this, no one would know they'd left until morning. Would they search for them? Would the rest of the party assume they'd been kidnapped, or would they think he'd had something to do with it? Edward didn't care. The way he'd set things up, they'd never be able to track the two of them, not as they were currently.

And ultimately, he was right. The rest of their group would eventually give it up as a lost cause. Not a single one of them would ever lay eyes on Edward the Monster Hunter or Break-Horn the Carver, ever again.

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Once all is said and done and he finally has some privacy with his passed-out Goliath 'friend', Edward lets out a breath he's been holding, before finally moving towards her with a grin on his face. Laid out on her back on the bed, Break-Horn looks almost peaceful as she currently is. Time to change that. First things first, Edward begins to strip her down. It's not that hard of a process. She doesn't wear undergarments, and all she really has on is the ill-fitted breast-wrap with the boob window in the middle and a furred skirt combo'd with a loincloth. She's also got some wristbands, ankle-wraps and sandals, but those barely matter to him.

He still pulls them off of her though. He pulls everything off of the Goliath, only leaving her with the tie that holds her hair in a ponytail as he gazes down at her naked, gray-skinned form. She truly is beautiful, and very, VERY sexy. For a moment, Edward curses his libido and whatever it was that had given him such a hard-on for musclebound women, combined with an A-type personality that simply would not allow him to be the submissive in any intimate relationship.

This was always going to be where he ended up, wasn't it? Snorting derisively, Edward can at least be grateful that he's come prepared. Hell, one could even argue that his entire career had been leading up to this moment. Pulling open his bag, Edward drags out a set of piercings, all inter-connected with thin, but strong chains made of the best metal he could get. He then pulls out the small metal mallet that goes with them.

What follows is a bit of fun, followed by some brutal work. He needs Break-Horn's nipples as puffy and erect as possible for this, so he plays them, one after the other, for some time. He rolls her teats in his fingers, he leans down and sucks at them. The best reaction comes when he bites and tugs on them though, so that's what Edward does, elongating them with his teeth until finally, they're big enough that he can place the sharp point of the piercing against one side… and hammer it through.

Luckily, Break-Horn is COMPLETELY unconscious, and even with the tranquilizer rushing through her system, she flinches, and a gasp of pain leaves her lips quite suddenly, causing Edward to freeze up for a moment before realizing it's not the beginning of her waking up. Once he unfreezes, he's quick to cap off the sharp end of the piercing, making it so that the piece of 'jewelry' now adorning one of Break-Horn's breasts isn't going to accidentally pop out anytime soon. As the cap goes on the sharp end, Edward grins with vicious satisfaction while watching it outright meld to the metal.

He'd paid good money for this work, VERY good money… but it seemed he'd definitely gotten his money's worth here, just as he had with the rogues. The only way that piercing was coming out of Break-Horn was if the entire nipple was torn off in the process. A possibility, sure… but a painful one. And besides, Edward was far from done.

Repeating the process with Break-Horn's other nipple, the young Monster Hunter isn't even fazed this time by her gasp and her flinch. Instead, he simply watches her face to make sure she's still well and truly unconscious, before ultimately moving down between her powerful thighs. There, he repeats his earlier efforts to coax out her clit, the small nub atop her slit slow to respond, but eventually beginning to poke out.

Only once he's got enough to hold onto and press the last of the set of piercings against does Edward bring the mallet down again. The reaction is a LOT more this time around, and Break-Horn actually lets out a cry. At the same time though, she squirts a bit of pussy juices as her hips buck upwards, and Edward smiles, despite the fact that those pussy juices end up on his chest. It seemed that his new toy was a bit of a pain freak… he could work with that. Oh yes, he could work with that.

With the trio of interconnected piercings now in place and sealed shut by the magical melding metal caps he put on each of the sharp ends, Edward leans back, stepping off of the bed and taking a look at his handiwork. Break-Horn looks as muscular and beefy and sexy as ever… but from the faint shimmer of the piercings, Edward can tell they're doing their job. Each one would be enough to sap the physical strength from a brawny human fighter… but Edward had to be sure, so when dealing with a musclebound Goliath, he'd gone with three.

Besides, it was better this way. She looked good. Like she was almost ready for her new life as his fuck toy. Grinning ferally at the idea, Edward moves back to his pouch and pulls out a pair of potions, the last of his preparations. Then, he turns back to Break-Horn and leans in, watching her for a moment. They'd been traveling for quite some time, and the sun has actually risen and set by now. Over a day after he'd extracted Break-Horn from her room, it was about time that she begin to wake up.

As soon as he sees her stirring, though it still takes about a half-hour more, Edward downs the first of the two potions and tosses the empty crystal vial aside after doing so. Even as he feels the effects of the Potion filling his veins, he leans over Break-Horn, smiling as she groans and brings a hand to her head, clearly feeling groggy as all hell.

Of course, seeing her trying to get up, Edward leans in and presses a hand to her upper chest, pushing her back down… with ease.

"Break! Hey, Break! You drank too much, don't try to get up just yet. Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better."

"Edward? Ohhh, fuck my head… give it here!"

Not even seeming to notice the difference in their strengths, the musclebound Goliath grabs the potion from his hand and uncorks it without a second thought. She hasn't realized what's going on yet, but then, given how out of it she is, Edward didn't expect her to. If she HAD, if she hadn't done as he said, well, he would have been testing his newfound strength a lot earlier than expected, forced to hold her down and MAKE her drink it.

As it is, Break-Horn drinks and Edward grins as he takes the empty crystal vial from her after the fact. Slowly, she sits up, still holding her head, still moaning. She's also still very naked, her new nipple and clit piercings tugging together as the chains between them go limp, dangling between her legs and off the bed. This is the first sign that Break-Horn has that something is wrong… but of course, she's already drunk his potion, so instead of realizing what's off, instead all she feels is pleasure as a low moan leaves her throat.

Edward, who'd been making a show of putting the empty potion bottle away, rushes back over to her side, frowning as he places his hands on her broad shoulders.

"Break? You okay?"

"F-Fuck… horny… so goddamn horny…"

An eyebrow lifts as Break suddenly reaches up and grabs Edward by the wrist. He barely feels it, even as she repeats the maneuver with the other wrist. Then, she tries to pull, even as she herself falls backwards. Of course, given how weak she is now… and how STRONG he is after the potion he drank, that doesn't go well for her. Edward snaps her grip on his arms easily and watches her land on her back on the bed with a loud, lewd moan, her legs dangling off the side and spreading open instinctively.

Without him in her grasp, Break-Horn resorts to molesting herself, groping and squeezing her tits, fiddling with the piercings but not disturbing them, running her fingers down her slit and humping at them and the air.

"Edward~ Edward, I need you to FUCK ME! Come on, g-get that cock out! I don't CARE if it's small, I need dick! So horny! Need DICK!"

As her low intelligence score asserts itself the more needy she gets, Edward just grins down at the increasingly slutty Goliath. It's everything he wanted, and despite her amazing, sexy physicality, she's too weak to so much as move him. He's got all of the cards, and he plans to enjoy this VERY much.

"What if I don't want to? What if I don't feel like it? You're not even asking properly. Shouldn't a Goliath Slut like you know how to beg for cock?"

Break-Horn growls, but its cuter than anything else, because in the middle of her attempt at intimidation, she cuts herself off as she unconsciously shoves a finger into her dripping wet, needy cunt, her growl becoming a moan of desire, of arousal. Edward just stands back and watches, as slowly but surely, Break-Horn rolls herself over onto her front. Once there, she gets her knees up under her, even as she gnaws at the bedding. Her big gray ass lifts into the air, and from where he's standing, Edward can see her fingering herself right in front of him.

Eventually, properly situated, Break-Horn stops chewing on the bedding long enough to try again.

"Please~ Please fuck me! Fuck me Edward, you damn bastard!"

Stepping forward, Edward smiles… and then gives Break-Horn's massive, firm derriere a hefty smack. To his satisfaction, the ass that had felt like it was carved from stone a day before now ripples amazingly from the sheer strength behind the blow. Break-Horn cries out, and he watches as her pussy juices flow down the length of her fingers all the more intensely. Sneering at the weakened female Goliath, Edward leans in.

"Fuck you, Break-Horn. Why should I do anything for you? You're as weak as a kitten right now. Were you always this pathetic when you needed cock? Here I thought you were this great warrior, but I suppose I was wrong, wasn't it?"

A whimper leaves Break-Horn's throat, but she doesn't deny what he's saying. If anything, she wiggles her hips, making her ass slip back and forth before his eyes. In response, Edward smacks it again, sending another shockwave through her body and causing her to shake and spasm and moan all the more wantonly. Thanks to the potion she'd drank, her mental defenses are all but none. Her low intelligence is effectively even lower right now. On top of that, her inhibitions have been reduced to nothing as well, resulting in this 'bitch-in-heat' like state she's in at the moment.

Normally, it was a potion that Edward would sneak into the next meal of a particularly intelligent or dangerous monster. It would remove that monster's ability to use magic, if they had any spells, as well as impact their ability to do anything close to complex problem-solving or long-term planning by making them so needy that they could barely think.

Needless to say, it was proving to be the perfect thing to use on Break-Horn. The female Goliath barely seemed capable of stringing two thoughts together as she continues to finger her cunt and shake her ass invitingly in his direction.

"Please, please, please. I'm sorry, Edward! I need it! I need DICK! Fuck me! Breed me! Use my body, PLEASE!"

Now that was more in line with what he wanted to hear. An apology on top of begging him to breed her. Only then does Edward finally loosen the drawstrings of his pants. Of course, he probably would have done so soon anyways. Pulling his pants down and stepping out of them is as much a relief for Edward as it is a delight for Break-Horn when she looks back at him beseechingly and sees the size of his cock.

The potion he's drank had not just enhanced his strength, after all. It'd also enhanced… other things. Regardless, with his massive erection in hand, the human Monster Hunter climbs onto the bed where his soon-to-be Goliath mate is waiting for him. Break-Horn will be the hardest taming he's ever done… but where's the fun if it's not a challenge, right?

Placing the tip of his enlarged cock against Break-Horn's cunt lips as her fingers hurriedly evacuate the area and she claws at the bedding beneath her with both hands, Edward grabs hold of each of the female Goliath's massive gray ass cheeks, gripping them tightly and easily due to his enhanced strength. He grins viciously down at Break-Horn, even as he prepares for what's to come.

"Remember, cunt… you asked for this!"

Then he thrusts in, and he thrusts in DEEP.

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As Edward fucks Break-Horn from behind, pounding into the female Goliath with all due force, he can't help but be pleased. There's something viscerally satisfying about all of his plans coming together, about everything finally leading up to this. He's fucking Break-Horn from behind, taking her doggystyle and making her his bitch in truth and name.

Sure, she's still much larger than him. Sure, she's much more muscular as well. But… she's also much weaker. And they both know it too. They know it from every smack that Edward brings down on Break-Horn's fat gray ass as he fucks her, they know it from the way his cock slams into her insides and no matter how tightly, how harshly her inner walls grip down, she cannot hold him in place. Before all of his preparations, Edward is sure that she could have. If he'd decided to put his poor phallus inside of this big dumb sexy bitch without the precautions he'd taken, Break-Horn could have broken HIS horn right off.

She'd gotten the name from somewhere, after all. But that's not going to happen now, no sir. In the throes of heat, it's obvious that the female Goliath doesn't or possibly can't comprehend just how thoroughly Edward has screwed her over. He's screwing her so hard now that it's hard for her to string coherent thoughts together, let alone realize what his plan is and how much he's stacked the odds in his favor.

All Break-Horn can do is squeal and moan and nuzzle the bedding beneath her, face down, ass up in the air as she is right now. Her freshly pierced nipples rub into the bed, as do the piercings themselves, and the sensations seem to only give her more pleasure. Of course, so does spanking the bitch. Hell, he could carve into her with a knife right now and Edward is convinced she would moan and take it like the pain-slut she's proving herself to be.

He doesn't though, of course. He's not one for blood play, and the small trails of blood that his piercing her nipples and clit have left behind are more than enough for him. He's quite content to just fuck Break-Horn from behind with all the might that his potion affords him, his massive enhanced member slamming DEEP into the Goliath's cunt, stretching her out and forcing her clenching walls to split open before his relentless onslaught.

Edward fucks her, and Break-Horn gets fucked… but that's only the beginning. He's got one singular goal today, and he's got plenty of time to carry it out. So yeah, he fucks her… and he makes sure to ram up against her cervix with every thrust, until finally, he manages to break into her womb directly. Only then does the entirety of his enlarged shaft end up inside of the Goliath, only then does Break-Horn feel what it's like to have him sheathed inside of her.

Her responding howls are not coherent or intelligible, certainly no language Edward has ever heard, as she arches her back and orgasms around his length, shaking and spasming all the while. But even if its not an INTELLIGENT language, it is a language all the same. Grinning viciously, Edward leans over the female Goliath, grabbing her by her ponytail and dragging her head up.

"That's right, cunt. Your womb belongs to ME now. You want me to fucking breed you? You're gonna spend a long time earning it, you stupid big-assed Goliath slut. I'm going to wring every bit of pleasure I can from you before I ever even consider knocking you up. You hear me? You have to EARN it!"

Break-Horn just moans, causing Edward to scoff derisively as he lets her head fall back over the side of the bed. Getting up behind her on the bed and fucking her from behind had in turn caused Break-Horn to slide forward a bit with every powerful thrust. He was stronger than her right now, after all, and she couldn't quite handle the force of his railing.

Edward could care less about this. He takes ahold of the Goliath's ass cheeks again, squeezes them roughly, and fucks her even harder than before. Now that his entire cock is buried inside of her with each thrust, Edward finds himself entering some sort of fucking frenzy. He needs to teach her who's boss, he needs to make her his bitch… but he won't do that by cumming inside of her womb. That's just giving her what she wants, and he just told her she'd have to earn it.

At the last second, the young Monster Hunter pulls out of Break-Horn's cunt, leaving the gaping, twitching hole empty as he hops off the bed. The female Goliath is JUST managing to realize what she's missing when Edward appears before her. Her face comes up and she begins to look around with bleary, glazed-over, confused eyes, but Edward simply grabs her by her ponytail again and smears his throbbing, pulsating cock across her features, the precum leaking out magnificently by now.

"Open, cunt!"

And open she does. It's the first sign that the plan is working. Her obedience means she's already beginning to take on the submissive role in their brand-new relationship. But Edward knows he has to hammer that home before the potions wear off, he needs to teach her where she belongs and put her in her place irrevocably.

So, as soon as her jaw opens wide and her tongue rolls out of her mouth, the human thrusts forward. He forces his enlarged schlong right into Break-Horn's mouth and then curves it into her throat as well for good measure, gripping tightly to her ponytail as he begins to fuck her face with all his considerable enhanced might.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

To her credit, though he does most of the work, Break-Horn very quickly takes his cock into her throat, all the way to the damn base. He forces her to do so, and watches her eyes roll around in her head as she struggles with his sheer size. Her tongue writhes this way and that along the base of his shaft, but really, beyond providing the hole for him to plunge into, that's about the breadth of Break-Horn's participation in the ensuing face-fucking.

Already close to cumming as it was, Edward barely spends a minute pounding into Break-Horn's gullet before he begins to cum. He forces himself deep as he does so, burying her face in his crotch, her nose at the base of his cock and her chin pressed up against his churning balls as they release her payload right down into her stomach. She's forced to try and swallow as best she can but given the way more than a little of his seed explodes out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth, leaving both her face and his crotch a mess, its clear she can't handle the enhanced load from the potion he drank.

Snorting derisively, Edward pulls back and lets Break-Horn's head drop back down to the bed. He stares at her for a moment, before using his grip on her ponytail and his other hand to grab the larger Goliath and very simply turn her over onto her back. Coming off her knees, the female ends up sprawled along the bed, her head hanging off one side and her legs hanging off the other.

Perfect. Moving away for a moment, allowing her a small chance to recover, Edward reaches into his bag and pulls out… a stick of charcoal. Smirking, the Monster Hunter turns back to his Goliath fuck toy, moving back around the bed, coming back to where her face is.

He lays his cock across her forehead, her nostrils, and her lips. More specifically, he lays his balls on the bridge of her nose, the same balls that she'd let some of his cum end up on when she'd failed to swallow the whole load.

"Clean me up slut, or I won't keep fucking you."

Break-Horn quickly begins to do so, not so much eagerly, but definitely determined. Smirking, Edward turns his focus back to her beautiful, toned, gray-skinned body sprawled out before him. His cock is still enlarged and still rock hard. He can most definitely go again… but for now, he settles for Break-Horn suckling and slurping his cum off of his balls one by one as he leans over her and adds… additions to the body-art that already adorns her.

She's already got tattoos, of course. He's pretty sure it's a Goliath thing, the lines across her body. Two of them go from her hairline down across her eyes and to the edges of her jaw. Another goes from right below her lower lip, down her chest, and stops right between her tits. Even more are arrayed all over her, more than Edward has ever cared to count.

He doesn't really ignore them as he begins to use his charcoal stick to draw and write on her, but he also doesn't really pay them much mind. Where he can, he uses them to accentuate his own artwork, but in most cases, they mean little to him. Edward is more focused on his own designs, after all. First, written upside down so that if she looks down, she'll see it, he writes "PROPERTY OF EDWARD" in big, blocky black letters.

It's true, after all. She's his bitch now. Further expanding on that, Edward turns her tattoos near her belly button and naval into a giant arrow, though instead of filling it in, he writes "FUCK HOLE" inside of it, the meaning of which is clear as the arrow points right down to her freshly fucked cunt. By the time he's done with that, Break-Horn has finished cleaning him up, but his cock is still throbbing quite ferociously.

So of course, Edward pulls back for a moment and pushes the head of his massive, enlarged member up against Break-Horn's lips once more. The Goliath doesn't even need to be told this time. As soon as she opens up her mouth, he thrusts into her throat. Literally, at that. Now that she's on her back with her head dangling off the side of the bed, she's at perfect height and in the perfect position for him to thrust his length right past her lips and down her throat without any issue whatsoever. No curving, no nothing. With how she is right now, he's got perfect access to her.

"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"

Of course, she constantly chokes on his cock as he forces her to deep-throat it. And all the way to the base too, leaving her desperately flaring nostrils buried in his balls, breathing in his scent and his musk and the sweat for his nut sack more than any actual air at this point. Edward doesn't care though. He gives her enough oxygen that she doesn't outright pass out, but most of his attention is still focused on using the charcoal stick to continue writing on her.

Encircling her pierced nipples is mostly just for fun, but he also writes all sorts of lovely epithets for the helpless, weakened Goliath across her slate-gray flesh. "WHORE", "CUNT", "SLUT". If he can find space, he makes sure to add an insult somewhere. She deserves it. She deserves all of it. And as he pulls back to enjoy his handiwork when he's done, gripping Break-Horn's tits for leverage and fucking into her throat all the while, he smiles, quite pleased.

Pulling out of her throat, this time without cumming, Edward tosses aside the tiny bit of charcoal left from the stick and reaches down to grab Break-Horn by the ponytail again. Dragging her up to look her in the face, Edward smiles at the dazed expression. Then, he pulls her straight off the bed. She's still quite heavy, but she doesn't try to resist, and with the potion enhancing his strength, it's not hard to drag her crawling on all fours over to the nearby basin full of clean water. He'd suspected he would need this at some point.

Without preamble, without warning, Edward dunks the poor female Goliath's head in the water. He holds her under for a moment as she squirms instinctively, and then he pulls her up and looks her over. She looks cleaner, but some of the cum on her face has dried at this point and isn't coming off as easily. With a contemptuous grunt, Edward forces Break-Horn back under again, this time dragging her head back and forth beneath the water by her ponytail.

When he pulls her out this time, she's gasping for air, clutching at the edge of the basin to try to keep him from doing it again, and looking at him with honest, submissive fear.

"P-Please…"

Edward ignores her, though the plea DOES make his already hard cock jump with desire. Instead, he studies her face and eventually nods.

"Good enough."

Dragging the poor Goliath, a step away from the basin, Edward forces her onto her back on the room's stone floor. He easily manhandles her into place, something he can tell surprised and stuns Break-Horn. The 'splash of water' she'd just taken twice to the face has given her a moment of clarity. Not for long though, as Edward grabs her ankles and forces her musclebound legs up and over her, bending them back until they're framing her massive tits and writing-covered torso.

"Edward, I- OH FUUUUUUCK!"

Break-Horn's eyes roll back in her head the moment Edward thrusts into her cunt again. He plows into her needy, tight pussy, and the effects of the potion she'd drank come to bear the moment he does so. She's cum several times by now, but that doesn't make it any easier for her to resist the pleasure he's inflicting on her, or her desire to have MORE as he fucks her right there on the floor in a powerful mating press.

Of course, some of the charcoal writing and drawings end up smudged and grinded against in this new position, but just as many are left untouched as Edward growls, holding her ankles in place and ramming into her vulnerable, exposed cunt again and again and again. As he fucks her, and he does indeed fuck her hard, Edward leans forward, all the way forward until his forehead is pressed against Break-Horn's forehead, and he's looking into the female Goliath's eyes as her face contorts with pleasure.

"You're mine, you fucking cunt. You're MINE. You hear me? Mine! Mine, mine, mine!"

Edward punctuates each word with another thrust, and given he'd already bust through her cervix earlier, each of those thrusts drives DEEP into Break-Horn's womb, using it as a sort-of meat condom around the massive, bulbous head of his enlarged cock while he hilts himself inside of her over and over again. Break-Horn moans and mewls, but Edward doesn't let up.

"SAY IT! Fucking tell me what you are, bitch! Tell me who you belong to!"

It takes her time to find the words, she was low intelligence to begin with, and right now she's very clearly addled by everything that's happening to her. But eventually, he hears it. Eventually, she says it.

"Y-Yours… yours… YOURS!"

She continues to chant that, just saying 'yours' over and over again. Edward's grin turns absolutely sadistic, and he lets her constant repetition of the word match with his deep, powerful thrusts into her tightening, gripping quim until eventually, she's cum so many times around his cock that she can't keep talking, her voice once more devolving to moans and shrieks as her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth.

That's about the time Edward pulls out of her absolutely gaping, well-fucked cunt… and pushes into her asshole right below it. In her current position, sapped of strength and lost in the throes of ecstasy, Break-Horn is in no way prepared to stop him. And stop him she can't, as Edward grins, watching the female Goliath scream out in pain at the sudden anal intrusion, as his massive cock, while well-lubed with her pussy juices, still encounters plenty of resistance pushing into her tight, unused back door.

Resistance that Edward pushes through without hesitation, resistance that he tears apart as he dominates her, as he teaches her who's boss, as he puts her in her place. It's not enough, of course it's not. Eventually, his entire cock is filling her ass, splitting her back door open as he hilts inside of her and watches her silently scream at the intrusion.

Then he begins to fuck her, and that silent scream stops being silent VERY quickly. Edward just growls, grabs Break-Horn by the ponytail, and continues to give it to her up her ass as he presses his forehead into hers, repeating his mantra from before with every thrust.

"Mine. Mine. Mine."

Again, and again and again, he pounds away inside of her while making sure that word reaches her ears. And eventually… he's said it enough that it becomes true. He cums inside of her, after a good long while of giving her the anal plundering she deserves. He fills her bowels with his seed, but not her womb, not what she truly wants.

And then he manhandles her some more and keeps fucking her, keeps fucking his female Goliath fuck toy until there's nothing she can think about but him and his cock, until she finally recognizes that she belongs with him, at his feet, obeying his every word. Hours pass in this manner. It's not like Edward keeps track of time, but by the time that the potions are finally wearing off, it doesn't really matter anymore.

Laying back on the bed, his hands gripping Break-Horn's rock-hard hips, Edward grins as the massive Goliath continues to bounce up and down on his cock, now riding him cowgirl as she moans, her eyes crossed and her tongue tracing out of her perpetually open mouth once in a while, showing just how… fucked stupid she is. There's only one thing the musclebound woman wants now, and that's to make him happy. And make him happy she is, very much so in fact.

Still…

"You're my fuck doll now, Break."

"Yesss… fuck doll. Master's fuck doll… fuck, fuck, fuck…"

She moans the words out throatily, her eyes focusing down on him, the intelligence in them even dimmer than usual with the way they're glazed over with perpetual lust and devotion and adoration. Edward grins at the stupid look, even as he reaches up and just… casually slaps her. Her head turns from the force of the smack, and then she moans as her insides spasm and clench down along his shaft, a mini-orgasm rushing through her Goliath body from the casual abuse.

"But then, a fuck doll doesn't really need a name, now does she? And really, your old name is far too might for a stupid, weak cunt like you, don't you think?"

Punctuating that statement, Edward grins as he reaches out and pulls at the chain connecting her nipple and clit piercings together, pulling it hard enough that Break-Horn falls forward onto him, crying out from the pain but also moaning like the broken slut she now is. With her tits pressed to his chest, she mewls right into his face.

"No… Master's fuck doll doesn't need a name. Master's fuck doll will just be Master's fuck doll…"

Pleased, but not entirely satisfied, Edward pushes Break-Horn back into her upright position, and then tugs again at the chains, quite vicious as he does so.

"Do you think you get to decide what you're called now, you stupid cunt? Don't be so presumptuous. I get to decide how to address you. I think I'll call you Slave. You like it, don't you, Slave? Worthless, nameless, so fucking weak… you're MINE, Slave. And you always will be."

The newly-christened 'Slave' moans wantonly and throatily, nodding as best she can, no longer able to even string together the idiotic sentences she'd been managing before. Smirking, Edward reaches down and grasps both of Slave's butt cheeks, pulling them up and down all the more harshly as he thrusts up into her from below with all his might, fucking her and bouncing her fat ass on his cock in the same moment.

All according to plan…

-x-X-x-

Of course, a few years later, Edward was left wondering how things had gone from that night to where he was now. Sitting on a throne in a massive tent, the human Monster Hunter watches as a familiar face steps inside the tent… and then immediately strips off her war-plate, revealing her naked body with the familiar chains and nipple and clit piercings as she falls to her knees and begins to crawl across the ground towards his throne.

It had all started with an off-hand comment from Break-Horn, though by that point she'd been Slave. In a moment of clarity and truth, meaning he was fucking her up the ass as she screamed obscenities towards the ceiling, Slave had cried out that she wished her herd could know what a glorious Master he was, she wished that the males could know what it was like to follow him as Chieftain, and that the females would learn to serve and be his breeding toys.

Well, that had piqued Edward's interest. One thing had led to another, and Edward had ultimately ended up removing the piercings for a day. By that point, it didn't matter if he did or not. Slave was his in every way possible, the Goliath biology making it impossible for her to break free of the submissive conditioning he'd forced upon her by dominating her so thoroughly in their first night together. It didn't matter that he'd cheated, all that mattered was, he'd won.

Of course, without the piercings to sap her strength, Slave was back at her original levels of strength. She used those levels to kill her old Chieftain in combat before the entirety of her tribe. Then, once she'd laid claim to the tribe… she declared HIM above her. That had led to plenty of contention, but Edward hadn't gone unprepared. More of the potion that he'd used to strengthen and enhance himself while breaking Break-Horn had been relatively easy to procure, and he'd had some magical items that increased his own strength just lying around beforehand.

By the time the dust had settled, the Goliath Herd that Slave had originally come from thought him a god in man-flesh and had pledged to serve him. What had followed was quite a lot of fun, as he broke each of the Goliath females and turned them into his pets, just as Slave had wanted. She helped of course, though she still never got his load in her womb, as she so desperately wanted.

Afterwards, things had sort of snowballed. Upon hearing that a Goliath Herd was being run by a human of all things, another nearby herd had tried to attack and consume them. Luckily, Edward was no fool and expected such a thing to happen. Slave had been unpierced when the time finally came, and the female Goliath that had once single-handedly killed an Archangel made quick work of all challengers. In the end, that herd had ended up subsumed into HIS instead of the other way around.

Breaking and breeding the mate of the enemy herd's deceased Chieftain while Slave held her screaming, thrashing form down had been an experience in and of itself. From there, things had only escalated further, until today, where Edward found himself the War-Boss of an entire Goliath Horde, one that was at least ten herds strong.

The males thought him god and the females saw themselves as his breeding toys. Slave's full-strength had not been needed for quite some time once the horde got big enough, so he'd placed the piercings back in her clit and nipples, so that the chains and the piercings could rub against the inside of her armor, where ever she went. It was only now, however, that he'd told her he might finally consider knocking her up.

That was why she was crawling towards him now on all fours, while all around them, laid out on piles of pillows and cushions and blankets, various beautiful Goliath females in varying degrees of pregnancy were watching. His harem, or at least the part of it currently in favor with him. Smiling as Slave approaches, Edward looks down upon her. He has to look PAST his erection to do so, as there'd been a… side effect from imbibing so much of that enhancement potion. Namely, his enlarged cock size was permanent. The strength increase was too now, but needless to say, Edward was lucky to have dozens upon dozens of Goliath women eager to please him at every moment of the day, because he needed a LOT of pleasing these days.

Stopping before his throne, Slave leans in and presses kisses to his toes before straightening up. She kneels before him, looking up into his eyes beseechingly.

"Please, Master… please breed your worthless Slave. Please fuck me."

This was the version of his Slave that only the other broken females got to see. To the rest of the Horde, Slave was his right-hand woman, and a powerhouse in her own right. The legends surrounding her protected her from challenge at this point, which was good because Edward was sure that even his weakest warriors could have insta-defeated the bitch before him as she was now, weakened by the piercings and the chains connecting them.

Might be amusing to do one day when he truly tired of her. A competition perhaps, to see who would replace her… watching her immediately lose, watching her get gangbanged and humiliated one last time as a gift to his men… well, that was for the future. Edward wasn't anywhere NEAR done with his Slave yet, even if it had been years since she'd had a single negative thought towards him.

"Is it done then?"

Moaning and turning away from him, Slave leans forward, pressing her face to the ground and lifting her big, fat gray behind into the air. What he sees there pleases him immensely. Pressed into her ass cheeks so that only a man taking her from behind could see it, are the words "Master's Breeder", nice and black and blocky. They're seared into her flesh, a brand that he'd had their first blacksmith make. Their blacksmith, who just happened to be female… and the first to happily take the brand. She'd likely also been the one to apply this one now to Slave.

Standing up, Edward leaves his throne and traces the lettering on his Slave's ass. For a moment, he ponders how they both got here, and the lives they left behind to do it. But he just as quickly discards such thoughts, and grins viciously as he grabs Slave by the hips and thrusts into her waiting, drooling quim from behind without a second thought.

Edward proceeds to fuck what little brains Slave can lay claim to right out of her head as he pounds her into oblivion. After all these years of making her wait, of denying her this… he's finally going to impregnate her. Will he care as much about her once he's done? Will the moment she gives birth be the moment he does indeed throw her to the males of his horde for a humiliating finish?

Thoughts for another day, to be sure. For now, Edward fucks and fucks and fucks his Slave as hard as he can, his cock plunging into her womb, right through her tightening, squeezing cervix. His balls slap against her pierced clit and she cries out over and over as orgasm after orgasm wrack her body. In the end, Edward doesn't stop until he fills her womb with not one, but two loads. The first time he cums, he doesn't even slow down. He doesn't have to, because his erection doesn't ever so slack.

Instead, he keeps fucking her through the first creampie and well into the second, not stopping until his seed is actually spraying out of stretched-out pussy lips from the sides of his massive member. Only once he's filled her to the brim and then some does Edward pull out of his first pet, his darling fuck doll. Only then does he step past Slave's twitching, face down form, his seed pouring out of her in large dollops now as he stands in the center of the large tent and spreads his arms wide. His cock is still hard, and now its covered in his own cum, as well as Slave's juices.

But it's the former that causes a near-stampede as the other female Goliaths watching this happen practically trample over each other at his silent invitation, each of them eager and oh so thirty, each of them NEEDING to get some of Edward's cum for themselves. As the first reaches him and begins slurping at his cock, only to get pushed aside by the next who laps at his balls, Edward just smiles as he watches the ensuing battle for the chance to clean his dick.

Hunting and turning females into whores was so much more interesting and rewarding then hunting and killing monsters. Perhaps he would take his horde and expand beyond Goliath females next. No other race could truly match the musclebound physique that he so dearly loved breaking down and forcing to submit until it belonged to him… but there were plenty of haughty, arrogant bitches out there.

Might be fun to go after a powerful spellcaster next, neutralizing her magic much like he'd neutralized Slave's strength, all that time ago. The sky was the limit when one had an entire horde of Goliaths to throw at one's problems. Still, this bore more thought. And luckily for Edward, he had all the time in the world.

-x-X-x-

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