Two months on the island had twisted time into something feral. Ethan wiped sweat from his brow as the jungle canopy parted, revealing her—Lira, the Giantess with cascading brown hair that shimmered like wet earth. She towered over the clearing, her curves a landscape of power, and her eyes locked on him with predatory wit.
"Still playing the lost boy, Ethan?" Lira's voice rumbled, sharp as a blade. "Your little tribe started with fifteen, now it's down to you, Marcus, Jake, and that detective Fred sniffing around like he owns the place. Face it—you're mine now."
Ethan smirked, stepping closer despite the heat pooling in his gut. "And you're just a oversized fantasy I drew as a kid. What's the game today, Lira? Squashing my ego or swallowing it whole?"
She laughed, a sound that vibrated through the ground, and knelt to bring her face level with his. "Ego? Darling, your cock's been hard since you washed up here. I can smell it. Horny little survivor, aren't you?"
Marcus's voice crackled from the communicator—some jury-rigged island tech. "Ethan, if you're flirting with that Kong Queen wannabe again—"
"Shut it, Marcus," Ethan shot back, but Lira's massive hand scooped him up, her grip firm yet teasing. She sat on a mossy boulder, her ass pressing into the earth with a thud that made the trees sway. "Your friends are busy—Jake with his Phoenix, Fred playing detective with the Crock Woman's belly. But you? You're mine for the preview."
Witty banter flew as she stripped him with deliberate fingers. "Think you can handle this pussy, Ethan? It's wet, dripping for a reason." Her breath was hot, panting lightly as she positioned him between her thighs. Ethan's cock throbbed hard against her skin.
"Blowjob first?" he quipped, voice husky. "Or do you giants skip to the main event?"
Lira grinned, strong and unyielding, guiding his length into her mouth with expert control—no submission in her eyes. She worked him until he came, cum spilling as she swallowed with a smirk. "Not bad. Now for the real explosion."
She mounted him, her pussy enveloping his cock in slick heat, dripping arousal as she rode with powerful thrusts. Sweating, panting, bodies slamming—her ass grinding down, his hands gripping her curves. "Fuck, Lira—your pussy's so tight—"
"Stronger than you, boy," she growled, climax building. The scene erupted in shared release, cum mixing with her wetness, the island echoing their moans as relationships forged in fire and flesh.
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