She called it a crisis, but at the ti, that word felt strangely hollow to . Vague. Weighty, sure—but unclear. I didn’t really understand what was happening, not truly. All I knew was that sothing was wrong, and whatever it was, it had driven her to seek out.
When I pressed her for answers—asking what kind of crisis she ant—she didn’t explain. Instead, she told to co with her. That she would show with her own eyes. There was sothing in her voice then, sothing heavy and restrained, as if words alone weren’t enough to convey what was going on.
And so, without much choice in the matter, we entered the Kingdom of the Titans.
The mont we crossed the threshold, an odd silence wrapped around us. It wasn’t the peaceful kind. It was the kind that made your skin prickle, the kind that told you sothing was wrong long before your mind could put it into words.
For a kingdom ruled by titans, there were none to be seen.
Not one.
No towering figures walking the paths. No booming footsteps shaking the ground. No voices echoing through the air. Nothing. Just stillness. The absence felt unnatural, almost oppressive, like a breath being held for far too long.
The houses themselves were massive, carved directly into the stone like enormous caves. In that way, they reminded of the Lamias’ dwellings. But unlike the Lamia tribe, these structures were clearly reinforced. Thick doors sealed the entrances, heavy and solid, likely crafted to withstand brutal weather. Snow wouldn’t have any chance of sneaking inside. Everything about the architecture scread durability. Strength. Survival.
Compared to the Lamias’ hos, these places looked far less vulnerable.
As we walked, my gaze drifted to the woman beside .
She was a giant. There was no mistaking that fact. Standing at around ten ters tall, she completely dwarfed . Her presence alone was overwhelming—not threatening, but impossible to ignore.
And yet... she didn’t look like what I had imagined a giant would look like.
Her proportions were shockingly refined. Her body flowed naturally, curves forming and tapering exactly where they should. Nothing was exaggerated or distorted. She looked like a normal woman—beautiful, even—just scaled up to an impossible size. If she were human-sized, she wouldn’t stand out as monstrous or strange at all. She would simply be... attractive.
And from where I was walking, my eyes couldn’t help but catch a very particular detail.
Her bare ass was right there in my line of sight.
Tilde leaned down toward , her massive form shifting slightly as she brought her mouth close to my ear. Her breath was warm.
"Leon," she whispered, her voice low and teasing, "if you want to fuck a titan, you’re gonna need a big dick."
I smiled without hesitation. "Do you really think it’s impossible for to fuck a titan?" I asked, my tone relaxed, almost amused.
She stopped walking for a mont and looked at . There was surprise in her eyes, like she hadn’t expected that answer at all. Then, slowly, her lips curled into a knowing smile—one that suggested she had already anticipated this part of .
"Well," she said after a beat, "coming from you, I suppose I can believe that."
We resud walking, and before long, we arrived at what appeared to be the largest structure in the area. A massive cabin stood before us, constructed from wood that was far bigger than any tree I’d seen in the forest so far. The beams alone were absurdly thick. It must have been harvested from deeper within the woods—soplace untouched and ancient.
I’d explore that area eventually.
Still, it made sense. Giants needed giant materials. There was no way normal-sized resources would suffice for people of this scale. They built with what fit them, and this cabin was proof of that.
She opened the door effortlessly and gestured for us to enter. Inside, she guided us through the space until we reached another door. She paused briefly before opening it, her hand lingering on the handle for just a second too long.
Then she opened it.
The mont I stepped inside, my eyes widened.
All my attention snapped instantly to the figure lying on the bed.
It was a man. Massive, even by titan standards. One of his arms hung limply over the side of the bed, fingers relaxed, unmoving. His chest rose and fell slowly, steadily. He looked peaceful. Too peaceful.
Like soone who had fallen into a sleep far deeper than normal.
"Is he...?" I began, my voice trailing off.
"My father," she said quietly. "He is the King of the Titans."
That explained everything. The way she looked at him—the worry she tried so hard to suppress—it all made sense. If he wasn’t her father, I would’ve assud he was her husband. The concern was that deep.
"Can you tell what’s happening?" I asked.
She nodded slowly. "You probably noticed already that there aren’t any people outside. They aren’t gone. They’re just... sleeping. Most of them are in their hos. So of our people are assigned to watch over them."
Her gaze drifted back to the man on the bed.
"Like my father," she continued. "Many of us were afflicted by sothing. We don’t know what it is. It causes a deep sleep. No matter what we do, we can’t wake them up."
Eternal Sleep.
I recognized it imdiately. An affliction that forced its victims into an endless slumber—one they would never wake from on their own. Without constant care, sothing akin to life support, they would eventually die.
"When did this start?" I asked.
"At least three months ago."
Three months.
That alone told a lot. Even without proper life support, they were still alive. Titans clearly possessed an absurd amount of life force. But that didn’t an they were immortal. This couldn’t go on forever. Eventually, even they would die.
So that was it.
The Titans had been struck by Eternal Sleep.
And now, she was asking for my help.
"Our kingdom is slowly dying," she said, her voice tightening. "I don’t want that to happen. Please... if it’s within your heart to help us, then help us. I will do anything in my power to repay you."
I exhaled slowly.
If she was willing to ask like that, there was no real reason to refuse. Besides, cooperation would be far easier this way. Honestly, this felt like an opportunity—one I’d be stupid to ignore.
And who knows?
Maybe I’d even get to fuck this titan’s pussy.
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