Tall Tails: A Giantess Monster Girl Adventure

After much teasing, here it is, finally! A fantasy story about a tremendously big, horny barbarian who's about to give the Lusty Argonian Maid a run for her money!

This is the first time I dare put a furry story out as an ebook to the major retailers. I'm hoping that we can make a splash with it (and convert a few readers in the process)!

Cover art by LarxGTS.

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She’s big, brash, and ready to smash. And she’s about to grow even harder to handle...

Fighting, flirting, and everything in between; the life of an adventurer has it all. And Aella loves it. But when the mighty warrior smashes up the Cursemonger’s Lair one time too many, she gets hexed for her trouble. And now, no matter how hard she tries, she can’t get off. Even Fitz, the Cursemonger’s handsome little minion, isn’t enough. Because whenever she gets close, she outgrows her toys. And when Aella becomes the size of a mountain, she makes that everybody’s problem…

Can Aella overcome the curse of endless edging, and how much of the city will she wreck in the process? When will the dysfunctional duo of Fitz and the Cursemonger realize how bad an idea this was? And can Fitz save the day—before Aella’s shadow falls upon the entire world?

This 7.900 word story contains: F/m, F Solo, Size Difference, Giantess Growth (Amazon to Tera), Monster girl, Monster boy, Light Destruction, Expansion (BE/AE).

Tall Tails Teaser

The Cursemonger’s Cavern shook with the rhythmic pounding of Aella’s hips.

It was a dismal place; damp, foul, and full of undead. Its one saving grace was the bed of furs in the corner of the living space/magical laboratory, which was of passable quality for a quick roll in the hay after the skeletal guardians had been dispatched, and she had found an excellent bed-mate in the slender imp who had supposedly directed the bone boys from a safe distance, but failed to make himself scarce after their demise. His terror gave way to relief as Aella put away her weapon, sparing him, then right back to terror as she threw him in the pile of furs and climbed on top.

Large and in charge; the cliché described Aella well. Even among Karaxi—the emerald-scaled lizardkin of Flux—she was powerful. Tall, muscular, and unabatedly feminine, she embodied the ideal of the adventuring life; that of discovery, fighting, and sex. She had a thick tail and even thicker hips. Her armor left little to the imagination—her curves, perhaps, simply being too tremendous to be fit by the local smiths—and while it did present some increased challenges during combat, being half-naked was also wonderfully convenient for fucking cute monsterboys that crossed her path.

The imp turned out to be surprisingly well hung once she pried his pants off, and any reservations that he might have had from having sex with the massive woman straddling him was not shared by his manhood. He was ready in a flash, his cock hard and eager, and yet entirely unprepared for the tremendous booty about to bear down on him with a clapping that rattled every glass and bone in the necromantic workshop.

Its master, the eponymous Cursemonger himself, appeared from the shadows, although the gravity of his entrance was somewhat marred by the absolute lack of fear or, indeed, attention, from the rambunctious adventurer and her inadvertent boy toy. The Cursemonger kicked the skull of one of his crumbled warriors away and gave her a venomous look.

“Fitz!” he called out, “Why are you not resisting her!?”

“Sorry boss!” the imp replied between moans. “She’s too… powerful!” He was all but drowning in the Karaxi’s lush thighs and had started to regard them with something approaching religious awe.

“You know,” Aella said, riding him harder, “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“That’s not good enough! Kill her!” the Cursemonger spat, jabbing a gnarled finger at the intruder.

“Y-yes boss!” Fitz redoubled his efforts—but not to resist her. Rather, her threw her arms around the fat-bottomed lizardwoman’s hips and humped her for all he was worth, acting as though failing to blow his load inside her in the next ten seconds would send him straight back to hell.

“Ooh!” Aella gasped with half-lidded eyes, clenching her cunt around Fitz’ fat cock. “Good boy. I like that enthusiasm. Keep that up. If you know what’s good for you.” She closed her legs around him, arching her back and her tail with it as she settled into a lusty rhythm atop the severely outclassed imp.

“Yes ma’am! Uh, I mean—”

“No, damnit!” the Cursemonger cried. He shook his head, eying what little of Fitz was visible under the mountain of feminine curves and gave them both a look of contempt. “Gods, you’re useless. Of all the minions I could have bound, I got stuck with a spineless fool. But… there are ways to fix that.” He wove a spell and flung it at the imp, who winced instinctively at the fast-moving mote of purple force aimed at his head.

“Boss, I don’t think that’s a good idea!” Fitz said, for the first time actually trying to move out of the way. But there was no escaping Aella before she got what she wanted.

The spell made contact and Fitz’ pleading became to a guttural howl. A surge of bloodlust washed through his delicate limbs, only to end up pooling where the rest of his strength had gone: between his legs. And so, instead of transforming him into a warrior frenzy, it was his raging erection that went berserk. The result was obvious to everyone in the cavern—most of all Aella, who was first in line to feel Fitz literally stretching her out with his growing cock.

In that moment of realization, her eyes met the Cursemonger’s.

“Oh no,” he said.

“Oh yes!” she replied.

And Fitz, half mad with lust, gave a howl and fucked her like a demon, momentarily lifting the amazonian lizardwoman in his arms from sheer, delirious lust.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Aella said, laughing, impressed—and exquisitely stimulated—enough to let Fitz take charge. Each maddening thrust and throb of his blood-lusted cock sent shivers of delight through her body, and her moans of approval echoed through the cavern without a care for who would hear.

Alas, the enchantment could only take Fitz so far. Eventually, after several rapturous minutes, his strength ran out, and he had to come to terms with the difficulties in lifting a woman more than twice his weight. Fortunately, the sleeping furs were there to break the fall—and Aella was ready to pick up his slack.

She wrapped herself around him, threatening to suffocate the monsterboy beneath her huge, shapely tits, and whispered in his ear, “You did very well. Just a little more…”

Fitz’ twitched. He was at the end of his rope, about to erupt. Choice no longer factored into it. He had to cum, had to fill this huge, sexy woman with his seed—and his panting, squirming, and desperately throbbing cock pleased Aella enough to permit him to plunge into the biggest orgasm of his life.

“Oh… oh, fuck!” Fitz gasped and sputtered, his words coming out in an incoherent stream. But he needn’t have worried. Not even his breathiest, most vulnerable syllable could hope to escape Aella’s gravity, hopelessly muffled against her lush chest and drown out by the bass of her own growling climax.

She threw her head back, clamping down hard as it hit her. A pulsing, a twitching, an an explosion of warm, tingly sensations that flowed through her beefy body. An explosion of girlcum, too, gushing messily across the smaller imp at a volume to rival even that of his magically empowered balls.

That hit the spot. Aella sighed with relief, sinking into her well-deserved afterglow.

Until the Cursemonger reared his head to spoil it.

“How dare you?” he said, drawing himself up with all the righteous indignation of his position as the dark master of this dungeon. It was likely the only chance he would ever have to look down on Aella and he intended to use it. “How dare you despoil my sanctum like this?”

Aella stretched. “It was easy. You didn’t stop me. Should’ve made higher quality monsters for me to fight.”

“Fight? This wasn’t a fight! That was rampant seduction, a trick, an obscene diversion!”

“It worked, didn’t it? Plus, your little friend here is a snack.” She rolled her hips over Fitz’ shrinking cock and let it pop free from her plump lips. “But I could go for seconds, if you’ve got any more fat-dicked toys for me. Otherwise,” she said, locking eyes with the Cursemonger, “I’ll have to skip to the bounty on your head…”

The Cursemonger drew his wand (no, not that one) and took aim at her. “You will never kill me.”

“Maybe.” Aella extracted herself from the bed of furs and her cum-soaked partner as if she had all the time in the world. Her greatsword alone dwarfed the Cursemonger, and she was even more imposing at her full height. “If you’re a good boy and hand over that bauble you stole from the temple of Flux, I might let you off with a warning.”

“As if I would let a common wench like you command me. Me, a master of the dark arts! Me, who works the strands of fate itself! Me, who—”

There was a jarring sound of metal scraping against rock. Aella had raised her sword. “Your funeral.”

“You dare…” the Cursemonger sputtered, adding the interruption to the Karaxi’s growing list of transgressions. “That’s it. You’ll never see the light of day again!”

A pitiful groan from the sidelines cut into the showdown.

“Uh, boss?” Fitz said, his voice sounding thick and raw from his brief rendezvous with heaven. “Might be a good idea to take that offer? You know, avoid getting killed?”

“Quiet, imp. The adults are talking.”

“She did slay the Grave Guard.”

“I did.” Aella said.

“And the Abyssal Devourer.”

“Also true. The tentacles were kind of nice.”

“And the Eternal Golem,” Fitz continued, “despite the—”

“Shut up!” The Cursemonger bellowed.

For the first time that day, his command bore fruit. Even the dark mage was caught off-guard, and he sputtered awkwardly in the pregnant silence that followed as both imp and Karaxi turned to stare at him. The Cursemonger reached into the recesses of his cloak and withdrew a golden figurine in the shape of an excessively shapely woman.

“Take the damn thing. And get out of my sight.” He glared at Fitz. “That goes for you too.”

“Can do,” Aella said, cracking a grin.

Fitz, meanwhile, lit up in relief. “You’re releasing me from service? Thank you, boss! I can’t believe—“

He vanished with a snap of the Cursemonger’s fingers.

“Nothing quite so rash. You’ll settle for a quick time-out while I mull over the punishment for cavorting with the enemy.”

“Don’t be too harsh on him. He did just save your sorry hide from an ass-kicking that even you would struggle to raise your way out of.” Aella grinned toothily as she pocketed the magical trinket. “Another happy ending. I’ll be on my way, then. Next time, try a little harder with the monsters, will you? Something more exciting would go a long way to keep me occupied while you do… whatever you do while I dispatch your minions. Something that vibrates, maybe…”

“You’re obsessed with sex.”

“Hey, maybe you wouldn’t be such a miserable bastard if you got your dick wet once in a while.”

The Cursemonger twitched. It was a slow, full-body motion. It started in his toes, curling with anger and agony, rising slowly through his bony, tremulous limbs and contorting his features until, finally, the grotesque grimace reached his face and the maddened mage blew his top.

“That’s it!” he screamed and jabbed his wand towards the departing adventurer like a loaded crossbow. “No more from you, you thrice-damned nymphomaniac! Haunting me day and night, fucking your way through my underlings at your leisure. No more! By the powers below, I deny you the satisfaction!” His curse leapt from the tip of his wand, striking the emerald-scaled woman and sealing her fate.

“Fucker!” Aella spat, whirling around with her deadly blade already in motion. “Shoot me in the back, will you?”

But she hit only air. The Cursemonger was already gone, vanished into the shadows. There was only a clammy cave, a damaged laboratory, a heap of broken skeletons, and the sound of her own breathing, rising and falling in sharp, angry lungfuls. She took out her frustration on the remains of the Cursemonger’s arcane workshop, shattering his sigils and carefully arranged shelves of esoteric ingredients, each more foul-smelling than the one before.

It would have to do. The cowardly mage had left, and the fun of smashing his toys had gone with him. “Bastard,” she muttered to herself. “I’ll get you for that. Next time.”

Only then did she turn her attention to the damage that the mage had inflicted upon her. But there was nothing to see; no mark on her scales, and no pain beneath. Aella had been subjected to all sorts of magic in the course of her career; usually when a hostile sorcerer meant you harm, you’d feel it right away. And yet all she felt as she rubbed the spot and frowned with concentration was the realization of how hot and sweaty she’d gotten, fighting and fucking her way through the cave, and how much she craved a long, relaxing bath. With the cash reward of her quest in sight, she could afford to splurge. So Aella took a final look around the cavern, kicked over the last pile of skulls, and departed for civilization with her prize in tow. While, unbeknownst to her, a sorcerous warmth worked its way through her powerful body and made her cunt grow hotter and hotter…