The Half-Blood Giant

Chapter 1: The Calm Before the Storm

"Chester... I'm pregnant."

Chester stopped typing on his computer and looked down at his tiny wife with confusion. "What?"

Perhaps he didn't hear her correctly. Such a circumstance wasn't possible. He was a giant, over two hundred feet tall. She was a human—an incredibly tiny, cute, tasty little thing that meant the world to him. He loved her more than anything, and he would be delighted to have a child with her, but he wasn't foolish enough to hold on to that fantasy, when they weren't even the same species.

He thought, fleetingly, that she might be joking. However, a simple glance at her facial expression dispelled that notion swiftly. Jackie was in a panic. Chester hadn't seen her this way in a long time, not since she had learned not to fear him. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and her eyes were wide and wild.

"You're serious," Chester verbalized slowly, dumbfounded. Jackie could only nod. Chester blinked and stared at her for a long moment. "Why, Jackie... that's wonderful! We're going to be parents!"

Jackie stared up at him in horror. "Are you insane?" Chester didn't take offense at her words, merely tilting his head. "Have you ever heard of a giant and a human having a child?"

"Well... no," Chester confessed. "I mean, normally, giants just eat humans. You know that."

"Right," Jackie affirmed tearfully. She huddled her arms around her body, shaking. "Chester, I don't know what's going to happen... I'm scared..." She sniffled. "What if this pregnancy kills me? What if the fetus gets too big and tears me open from the inside?" She started to hyperventilate as her imagination conjured up gory images of her skin splitting open, organs tearing, blood flowing like rivers from gaping holes in her body.

Chester lowered his hand and gently wrapped his fingers around his miniature wife. "Don't fret, Jackie... you'll be okay," his deep, full voice rumbled around her. He picked her up and pressed her to his plush lips, kissing her softly. Jackie buried herself in those giant, sensual lips, wider and thicker than her entire body. Despite the situation, she was soothed by her husband's reassuring, tender touch.

Chester raised Jackie up to eye level, so she could get lost in the gigantic shining emeralds, flecked with gold, of his irises. "If our respective species weren't compatible together, my seed would not be able to fertilize you. Thus, you WILL be capable of carrying this pregnancy, without a doubt," he reasoned. Truthfully, Chester wasn't sure if his logic was sound, but he wanted to comfort Jackie. He had learned, with time, to be more sensitive to Jackie's feelings, rather than being so blunt as he normally was. Humans were fragile beings, after all. Besides, he had faith. Fate had brought the couple a child, and Chester believed the heavens had blessed them with the improbable.

Jackie wiped the dew from her eyes and smiled weakly. "Thank you, Chester. Maybe you're right." She caressed the palm of his hand with her miniscule fingers, tracing the creases in the skin. The giant's heart swelled with fresh love for his adorable little wife and he stooped forward to kiss her again, nibbling her with his lips. Jackie was in heaven, surrounded by his enormous masculine presence, his calming scent, his warm skin and breath.

"Mmmm," he hummed softly with pleasure. His lips ran over her dainty arms and legs, widening to envelop them in fleshy, wet softness. He drank in her mesmerizing scent through his nose. His teeth separated and he started to salivate as he brushed her with the tip of his tongue. He swallowed the lake of drool forming in his mouth. "Jackie, I know this might not be the best time... but goodness, I can't resist you..."

Jackie chuckled and shook her head. "Never change, Chester." She slid her hands over the curve of his lower lip into the damp darkness of his maw. His lips and teeth parted to permit ingress as she crawled inside. The little woman showed no fear as she climbed over his teeth, even going so far as to undress while within his huge mouth. Chester maneuvered her clothes away with his tongue and spat them out into his hand. He set the garments down on his desk and leaned back in his chair to relax, rolling Jackie around in his mouth.